Zhuo Junyue was so angry that he gritted his teeth, his voice had a cold edge to it, as if he was trying to control his emotions.
"Wife, it's been a week."
A week? What about a week?
Su Ningyan couldn't understand the subtle implications of Lord Zhuo's words, and looked at him with a bewildered expression.
"Wife, I haven't touched you for a week, you get it?"
Zhuo Junyue couldn't stand her pitiful puppy eyes, he really wanted to pull the car over and deal with her right on the spot.
Su Ningyan now understood. She turned her head away, looking out the car window.
The young master was indeed keeping track of time very accurately, from his current appearance, would this evening be going to be harsh?
When they got home, Lin Liuliu had already instructed the servants to prepare dinner.
Ningyan had eaten a bit earlier and didn't feel hungry at all.
She took out her phone and dialed Su Shijie.
Zhuo Junyue, knowing she had eaten, let her be and quietly went ahead to eat.
