Still, he sincerely said, "Thank you, my wife, for protecting me. You'll have to take care of me from now on."
Yang Chuxia immediately laughed and patted his shoulder confidently, "Don't worry, with me around, I won't let you suffer any loss."
"Xiaxia, you stole my lines again." Ye Zi'an complained that he didn't even have a sense of accomplishment.
Yang Chuxia just smiled and then said something quite baffling, "Don't worry, even if I steal your lines, I'll make sure your leading male role isn't diminished in the slightest."
Upon hearing this, Ye Zi'an raised his eyebrows but didn't say anything more. He peeked at Yang Chuxia sewing every now and then, feeling the serenity of the moment.
Naturally, it would have been even better without Luo Linhao's blabbering.
"Sister Xiaxia! Sister Xiaxia!" A voice approached, and they could tell straight away who the little devil was.
