When Huangfu Zheng came out, he saw his wife making a phone call.
She was talking about getting someone to send him clothes.
He smiled and walked over, hugging her from behind.
And rested his chin on her shoulder, like a husky...
"Darling, you're the best." His voice was unbelievably tender.
Tang Anzhi chuckled twice upon hearing this: "Go away, you came out without bringing any luggage." At least pack a change of clothes, yet you brought nothing at all.
"Isn't that what you're here for? I knew my wife would handle all this for me." He liked seeing her busy and concerned about him.
This gave him a peculiar sense of satisfaction.
Maybe this was his twisted mindset, but he was happy with it.
Tang Anzhi rolled her eyes, "I originally wanted to have lunch with you, but you can't go out like this now, and the clothes will take some time to arrive, so..."
Huangfu Zheng sensed something off in her tone.
