Nan Yuesheng threw off his arm, "Xu Mohan, what do you mean? My relationship with my childhood friend is nothing but chatting online occasionally, we haven't met at all, how are we not pure friends?"
"That's not what I meant."
"Then what do you mean?"
Xu Mohan stopped in his tracks, pursing his lips as he looked at her, "Do you really want to argue with me about this?"
"You were the one who started it, weren't you?" Nan Yuesheng continued, "You've listed so many of my problems, don't you have any of your own? If you pampered me as you used to, would I have so many issues?"
"So, you're saying all the problems stem from my fault?"
"Isn't that true?"
Xu Mohan's face turned solemn, "It seems, as Father said, these few years of marriage life, I've spoiled you."
"So, I've become like this, and it's all your doing, yet you stand here blaming me."
"I won't pamper you even a bit in the future."
