Kang Chen casually tossed a handkerchief to Ming Mei, his gaze deep and inscrutable. "Clean it up!"
Ming Mei's hand trembled. She understood Kang Chen's meaning, but she couldn't let him get his way.
Ming Mei pouted, pretending to be willful. "Why should I? I finally got my makeup just right. They say a woman dresses up for those who appreciate her. Even if you don't like it, there's no need to be this rude. Don't treat me like this. After all, we're still husband and wife."
In the past, Ming Mei had confessed her love to him countless times, but it was different this time around.
But Kang Chen ignored Ming Mei's coquettish behavior, repeating: "Clean it up! Don't make me say it a third time."
Knowing that Ming Mei had put on makeup early in the morning just to come down for breakfast was abnormal in itself, which only increased Kang Chen's suspicions.
Ming Mei's heart trembled, but she tried to look angry on the outside.
