Duan Feixun found that his doctor wife's face had turned red!
In arguably the thickest-skinned profession—law—the courtroom battles aren't just verbal; one needs skin thick enough to resist cuts.
Duan Feixun felt that this marriage wasn't as boring as he imagined!
He stared at her, seeing the astonishment in her eyes, satisfying the typical male ego.
A successful man can be indifferent to the gaze of the whole world.
But no man is indifferent to the gaze of his own wife.
Regardless of how this marriage started.
"Mrs. Duan, you've also picked up a treasure!" Duan Feixun didn't forget to tease her.
Zheng Tong composed herself: "Whether it's a treasure or merely grass, you'd better take it off and let the experts check. Do you dare?"
Duan Feixun tightened his grip on her hand and pressed it down, "Mrs. Duan, come and take it yourself!"
The moment Zheng Tong grasped it, she felt a scorching heat.
It was her first real-life experience.
