"Uh, big brother Jingting, what happened to your face?"
After breakfast, Du Zhong came to visit Yu Jingting.
Yu Jingting's face had scratches symmetrical as a cat's whiskers.
As far as Du Zhong could tell, they looked like a woman had scratched him.
But seeing Jingting's macho posture and his fearsome expression, it was hard to imagine him being scratched by a woman.
"Got scratched by a wild boar," Yu Jingting glanced at Suizi busying herself in the kitchen, his tongue licked his back teeth.
What a mischievous girl! She was told not to scratch his face, but she wouldn't listen!
Did she really think he was a doughhead, just waiting to be kneaded by her? Hah, wait till dusk and she'll see that Brother Ting could get mad too!
This murderous look made Du Zhong subconsciously sit upright, and he cautiously asked:
"You didn't... get into a fight with your wife, did you?"
"Dare she lay her hands on me?" Yu Jingting set his face sternly.
