Lady Tang, Lady Tang?
Hmph, calling out so neatly!
Leng Lingxiao's eyes darkened, and he couldn't help but tighten his grip on Tang Xiaowan's hand.
"Aren't you cold?"
"Not cold at all!" Tang Xiaowan squeezed her eyes, playfully answering, "I'm dressed so warmly, I'll probably get hot later when we eat."
"Good, as long as you're not cold."
Leng Lingxiao was very dissatisfied with the way she had just been addressed.
In Chicheng, it was fine for Cheng Shi and Wang Meijuan to call out like that; after all, they were family and had been doing so for over a decade, which wasn't easy to change overnight. But now that Li Zishen's people were addressing his Little Wife the same way, it didn't sit right with him.
Now that they had gotten the certificate, she should be called Madam Leng both sensibly and emotionally, not Lady Tang.
