Kang Chen's voice reverberated overhead, like a cold wave from the north, capable of freezing every single plant within a few hundred meters.
The two people who were laughing heartily on the sofa abruptly fell silent.
Both of them were dazed for a moment before they suddenly turned their heads.
Ming Mei saw Kang Chen's face as black as ink and quickly stood up, "Hehe, honey, you're home?"
Without a word, Kang Chen just stared at her.
Ming Mei quickly nudged the person sitting next to her.
The person who was next to her finally caught on and hurriedly placed down the thing he was holding and stood up, "Cough cough... You're back, actually, I was looking for you. Can we talk?"
Grinding his teeth, Kang Chen said word by word, "That's right, we should have a talk — Qi Jiu, Mr. Qi."
That's right, the thing standing next to his wife at this moment is, indeed, Qi Jiu.
