Nangong Jue was speechless.
How could his wife not complain? The couple beside him had already turned their heads and glared at him twice. Originally, the girl was afraid, but in the end, she was no longer afraid because of Le Yao.
"Tsk tsk, the more I look at it, the worse it is. If I were the director, it would definitely be better than this." Le Yao didn't realize it at all and even clicked her tongue seriously.
Nangong Jue could only accept his fate. He glanced at the woman with bright eyes and thought that if he pretended to be afraid and snuggled into his wife's arms…
However, the thought of wheedling delicately gave him goosebumps. He could be thick-skinned and shameless, but he couldn't be so shameless. So, forget it.
Hence, he could only watch enviously as the boy in front of him hugged his girlfriend happily.
