Xia Weibao knew he was angry and clung to him like a little wife, shaking his arm.
She almost grew a tail to please him, "How can you capture a tiger cub without entering the tiger's den? They've already knocked on our door, I can't just sit and wait for death.
Besides, do you know who I am? How could her little trick faze me."
Lu Hualiang looked down at the woman hanging on his arm. Because she was acting coquettishly, her softness was almost rubbing against his arm, causing him to feel a bit restless.
His face remained cold, but the anger in his heart had dissipated.
This strategy, he could never resist.
"No more taking risks in the future."
"Alright." Seeing him relent, Xia Weibao immediately stood straight, like a soldier taking an oath, sincerely promising not to cause trouble again.
Lu Hualiang shook his head helplessly; the wife he married was really desperate.
Xia Weibao grinned, "How did you know I drank Xu Qiurong's juice?"
