The man's dark eyes were deep and dangerous as he looked at her.
Ming Yao knew he was angry.
Her delicate fingertips poked his rigid chest, her voice soft, "Of course, I was confident before I said that."
His brows furrowed even deeper, his voice low and husky, "Even if you're confident, I don't want to hear those two words."
Ming Yao buried her little face in his chest, rubbing against him like a kitten, "I was wrong, husband, can you stop being angry, please?"
The man looked down at her black hair and couldn't help but feel his heart soften.
This New Year's, he had originally planned to bring her here to relax for a few days.
But one thing after another had happened, putting a lot of pressure on her.
His large hand patted her head, "Don't take Old Madam Gu's words to heart."
Ming Yao looked up, smiling at the man's handsome and profound features.
No matter the pressure from the outside world here, at least he still trusted her.
