This modicum of face and tolerance, Zhao Hanchen could afford to give, and he didn't deign to vie with a woman raised in seclusion, "If Mrs. Qin says it's boring, then let's just call it boring."
Qin He watched Zhao Hanchen with a playful gaze.
He knew that Zhao Hanchen's nature was too proud for him to stoop this low.
Only goes to show, there is something odd when things deviate from normal.
Qin He set the ice cream aside and reached out to pinch Meng Tingxu's cheek.
"Don't touch me!" Meng Tingxu swatted his hand away impatiently, adding in a reluctant and awkward tone, "Your hand's been holding ice cream, it's freezing!"
"You ungrateful little thing, wasn't it for you to eat?" Though he spoke in such a manner, Qin He still let go of her with a smile.
Meeting Zhao Hanchen's thoughtful smile, he showed no less amusement, not a hint of impatience in his voice, "It's funny, my wife has been spoiled by me."
