"Wife, don't we need to buy a quilt?" Tan Zhenghong couldn't hold back and asked.
"You're not in the mood today, so it's not suitable for shopping," Qiao Duo'er said with an indifferent expression, "Just go back first." Her mood was affected by Tan Zhenghong's lack of enthusiasm.
Tan Zhenghong scratched his head, "Wife, I'm fine."
"I allow you to care about others, but you must care about me the most, understood?"
Qiao Duo'er was somewhat imperious, but to Tan Zhenghong, her words sounded extraordinarily sweet because his wife wanted to monopolize him.
"Wife, I am all yours, from now on, I'll only care about others this much, okay?"
Tan Zhenghong raised a little pinky finger; apart from that tiny bit, everything he had belonged to Qiao Duo'er.
Qiao Duo'er was amused and teased, "Not worried about your cousin anymore?"
