Lin Xiangwan still wouldn't concede, she asked through gritted teeth, "What are they laughing at me for? What does it have to do with me? Do I have that many requirements for serving you? And do I have to serve you well? Besides, if the bed is wet, is it all my fault? Could it possibly be my urine?"
Qin Muchuan wasn't in a hurry to pee—God knows if he was truly urgent or just making a fuss.
Well... considering he couldn't pee right now, he might as well dilly-dally with her here, prattling on until he felt the urge.
"Of course, it's related. You're my wife," Qin Muchuan said.
Lin Xiangwan reminded him, "We're about to get a divorce!"
