Ye Qingge never thought that Li Beichen would throw down his chopsticks and storm off.
She stared into space, holding her bowl. Why was this man so fond of throwing tantrums? He was like a child.
"You're dead. You've angered my little uncle," Li Nancheng said cooly.
'Looks like I'm going to have to school this irritable wife of mine.'
"Ignore him and eat your food. That's just how he is — bad-tempered," Li Xingming spoke up as well.
Ye Qingge stared at Li Beichen's untouched bowl of rice and blinked.
Then, she continued eating her meal.
After finishing dinner and cleaning up the kitchen, Ye Qingge was summoned to Li Nancheng's room.
Li Nancheng lay on his bed like a prince while Ye Qingge cut an apple for him.
"I'm telling you, my little uncle has a bad temper. Don't annoy him again."
If he married Ye Qingge, he would have a huge headache if she consistently caused trouble for him.
