Ling Yuntian put down the newspaper in his hand, then headed toward Li Ran.
As he walked, he mumbled, "Was it as wondrous as you said?"
Li Ran then extended her finger and said to Ling Yuntian, "Look. Just now, I accidentally cut my finger and only a shallow wound was left after three seconds of drinking that cup of tea!"
"Really?" Ling Yuntian could not believe it unless he had looked at it with his own eyes.
Li Ran became nervous and saw the knife on the table. He then took the knife, caught Ling Yuntian's palm, and cut across his palm lightly.
"Oh, Wife, you are trying to kill your husband!" Ling Yuntian gritted his teeth from the pain.
"Drink!"
Li Ran quickly poured a cup of tea and gave it to Ling Yuntian.
Ling Yuntian rolled his eyes at the woman who was strong and independent at work, but cute and naive at home. He could not help but shake his head and drank the cup of tea that Li Ran gave to him.
"Hm?'
