"Silly girl,"
Xue Changan chuckled and held Bai Wenjing's hand tightly.
He felt that this woman's hand was really nice to touch. It was soft and small, making him want to hold her in his palm for the rest of his life.
"My wife is unparalleled in the world, why would she be afraid of other people's gossip?"
"You're the only one who can talk."
Bai Wenjing chided him, feeling much better.
When she got back, the three kids were already asleep. Bai Wenjing wanted to cook for them, but the pot in the kitchen was still warm.
The washed pots and bowls were placed in a mess. It seemed that the children had cooked their own rice for dinner.
She was a little curious about what the kids were cooking and even regretted not exchanging some instant noodles and frozen dumplings from the mall to keep at home.
