Chen Zhenglong had just finished yelling when the sound of a door being pushed came through, followed by a woman's gentle voice, "Honey, is that Zifeng's call?"
Chen Zhenglong felt a bit distressed, "It's so cold, didn't I tell you to sleep first?"
"Well, I heard you yelling. What's so big that you can't talk about nicely? Zifeng still has a competition to participate in."
"Come here, let me say a few words to him... Ouch, don't move."
"Then you shouldn't sit on my... hiss, wife, stop pinching."
"Are you trying to kill yourself?" He Juan's voice sounded somewhat embarrassed.
Right after that, the call was hung up.
Shao Zifeng, with an expressionless face, held the phone, weirdly force-fed a mouthful of dog food in the middle of the night. He felt today's portion was especially cold.
At that moment, leaning against Qiuqiu, he felt as if his back had a stun gun attached to it, very uncomfortable.
