"Honey, honey, do you think this camouflage outfit I'm wearing looks good?"
"..."
Ye Que looked up at her as she happily jumped around and spun in circles in front of him, and he truly had a headache.
Without him speaking, she came over and clung to him coquettishly, "Look, does it look good or not?"
He pursed his lips and removed her "paw," "Barely."
"What do you mean 'barely'? This was custom made for me just as you ordered, isn't it pretty? Huh? Don't you think your wife is beautiful?"
She turned his head to face her squarely.
Ye Que's expression turned cold, and his deep, icy gaze fixed on Chi Zaozao, as he unexpectedly uttered a few words, "Chi Zaozao, would you die if you weren't so vain?"
Uh!
In an instant, Chi Zaozao's excited mood wilted.
She stood off to the side dejectedly, her shoulders slumping, "Fine, you don't like it anyway, I'll wear whatever, then. You go back to work, I'm heading out."
With her spirits down, she opened the door and walked out.