The man wore gold-rimmed glasses, and the winter midday sun streamed in through the window, casting beams of light on him. After answering the phone, he leaned back slightly, sinking into the boundary between light and shadow, adding a touch of roguish charm to his face.
Wen Qiao laughed and sweetly called out, "Hubby!"
The sound was so sweet it made Jiang Yao and Xiao Chu shiver in unison. Even though it wasn't the first time they'd heard Wen Qiao call Fu Jinghen in such a pretentious voice, they still found it quite uncomfortable each time.
The two of them stood up from the sofa in unison, carrying their suitcases to find their respective rooms, leaving the living room space for Wen Qiao to fully express herself.
"What trouble have you caused this time?"
Upon hearing Wen Qiao's tone, Fu Jinghen knew she must have done something mischievous.
"I didn't do anything," Wen Qiao said. "I just did something small that was convenient for me."
