Xiao Mo remained silent; he agreed with Shen Chi's statement—revenge.
"Then, Mr. Shen, please be careful." Xiao Mo could only repeatedly remind him.
"Don't worry, I still have all of you, right?" Shen Chi said with a slight curve of his lips.
"Mm."
Xu Chaomu overheard their conversation and shouted through the remote connection: "Don't push her too far. If it comes to the worst, just shoot. I believe the police won't sentence you."
"Don't worry, I understand that." Shen Chi reassured her. "Do you trust your husband?"
Xu Chaomu nodded repeatedly: "Mm, I do."
"Then, once your cooking is done, I promise to come back. Today, I only want the dishes you make yourself. Remember what I like to eat?"
Xu Chaomu nodded: "I remember..."
"Deal—if it doesn't taste good, I'll have *you* for lunch," Shen Chi joked.
"At a time like this, you're still joking with me." Xu Chaomu's eyes turned red around the rims.
Shen Chi chuckled; he no longer felt so uneasy inside.
