After kneeling for two hours, she started to grumble.
He initially thought it was just Su Luo being delicate.
He too had knelt in the ancestral temple, but as the precious heart of the Duke Residence, even the cushion prepared for him is as soft as a cloud, and the servants always turned a blind eye.
However, what was stuffed in Su Luo's mat were uneven stones. Su Luo, having been spoiled and raised delicately was indeed suffering a lot by staying in this position for two hours.
Su Luo was unaware of his thoughts, she was just startled by his actions: "Jiang Shu, what are you doing?"
"Call me husband!"
"But no one else is here!"
The man turned his head, anger in his eyes: "Whether there are people or not, whether it is in public or in private, you should call me husband!"
Just as Su Luo was thinking if she had won him over with her beauty, the man added: "If you're putting on an act, at least make it convincing!"
