"Oh~~~~," Bei Lingsu prolonged her response as she observed Tong Sanlang's lovesick expression.
"Your wife must be a very good person," she asked.
"Yes, very good." Tong Sanlang wanted to nod, but since his head was still immobile, he could only reveal a big smile to express his agreement with her statement.
Bei Lingsu raised an eyebrow, "Impressive, and she's a good person too. Your wife must be quite formidable."
"Not formidable, she's just an ordinary person. She doesn't know martial arts. When she knew I went alone to save my mother, she immediately followed, but she's not skilled in martial arts and she's slow on foot. If she sees me like this, she will definitely hit me first."
Remembering Qiao Xiaomai's strong and powerful punches, Tong Sanlang couldn't help but frown. But soon, his face was replaced by a smile again.
No matter how hard she hit him, it would only feel sweet to him, sweet to the point of cloying.
