Mo Qiang suddenly felt that she was too pitiful. Though she had more or less accepted Yin Fu and his dangerous identity, she truly could not accept his garish, bold and terrifying aesthetic.
Especially —
"Wife, everyone seemed to be looking at us. Maybe they have never seen a couple as good-looking as us," Yin Fu was perfectly fine as he munched on his popcorn while walking around the streets of the Dead Star.
But Mo Qiang was not. She looked at the people who were staring at them because they were making a spectacle out of themselves and sighed.
Once he gave birth, she was going to tell Yin Fu that his fashion sense seriously needed to be changed. Scratch that she might as well hire a stylist for Yin Fu and tell him that she wanted him to try something new.
Given that he listened to her most of the time, he might listen to her if she tried to manipulate him like this.
For now, she would just try to control herself.
