An Jing knew that her husband didn't like being disturbed at their peaceful home. Seeing Xiao Changyi say this, she smiled even more brightly and said, "Youbao doesn't always come over, don't be like that."
Xiao Changyi just grunted.
An Jing was even more amused. Before Wang Youbao's carriage had stopped at the entrance of their courtyard, she quickly kissed her husband on the lips and said, "Alright, Youbao is here; no throwing tantrums, and if you dare, I won't serve you any dishes at lunch!"
Xiao Changyi kissed An Jing back on the lips before returning to his expressionless state.
An Jing was at a loss whether to laugh or cry. Just a moment ago, at least there was some expression on his face, although it may not have been a happy one, but now there was none at all.
However, An Jing didn't say anything and just tidied up her sewing items.
Right then, Wang Youbao's voice called out at the entrance of the courtyard, "Changyi, An Jing, are you home? It's me, Youbao."
