Ye Nanshen glanced at Lu Chengzhou, "What are you afraid of? Little Qi is giving you a gift. Why wouldn't you accept it?"
Lu Chengzhou hesitated. "Shen, am I not your dearest cousin? Do you have any idea what kind of woman your wife is?"
Rong Qi turned to look at Ye Nanshen. "So, what kind of woman am I?"
Ye Nanshen replied, "Kind-hearted. And rather gentle."
Rong Qi faced Lu Chengzhou again. "Did you hear that?"
Lu Chengzhou widened his eyes and roared, "Shen, does your conscience not hurt saying that?!"
Rong Qi, losing her patience, stuffed the small bottle back into her bag. "Fine, forget it. It's your loss. Shen, let's go home. I'll cook dinner for you as a celebration."
Today was, after all, a day worth celebrating, and Ye Nanshen was overjoyed at the prospect. He looked at Rong Qi adoringly. "Alright."
