"That's good." Upon hearing the certain death of Li Er Niu, Yang Huining said so.
However, her expression was a bit melancholy.
Seeing this, Yuwen Hao gave her a slight smile, comforted her, "Madam, I will handle Li Er Niu and Zhuo eighteen for you. You don't have to bother with these troubles."
Yang Huining hummed in the affirmative, "Brother Hao, thank you," she said.
"We've been married for many years, Hui Ning. There's no need for formality," Yuwen Hao said as he opened his arms around her from behind, holding her close with a playful laugh, "Madam, let's retire to our room. Tonight, I promise..."
"Brother Hao, let's wait until tonight." Yang Huining, sensing his strangeness, felt uncomfortable.
Subconsciously, she pried his hands off, and with a slight twist of her petite body, she wriggled free from his embrace.
Before leaving, she hesitated for a moment, turned back and gave him a gentle smile, "You must be hungry now. I'll cook for you."
