Noticing Su Qingsang's expression become colder, Huo Jinyao took her small hands. "Come on, let's go upstairs and talk."
Su Qingsang stood still on the stairs and looked at Huo Jinyao, "I think I'd better leave now."
"Don't. Honey, you can't go," Huo Jinyao said.
Reaching out to Su Qingsang, a rogue smile appeared on Huo Jinyao's face. "If you leave, where will I find another good wife?"
"Such a glib-tongue. Don't try to trick me, it's useless," Su Qingsang said.
"Honey, come on. I can still be genuine, you know. Why don't you believe me?" Huo Jinyao complained.
Su Qingsang didn't look at him. Seeing her standing still, Huo Jinyao quickly took her hands and continued up the stairs. "I live on the third floor. There is an elevator in the corner on the other side, but I like to take the stairs.
