In the house, Tan Zhenghong sidled up to Qiao Duo'er, and at this moment, he bore no remnants of the sternness he had just displayed; instead, he nearly resembled Fat Fat and Fatty, both seeking to be held in someone's arms.
"Wife, you wouldn't blame me for taking matters into my own hands, would you?" Tan Zhenghong cautiously asked.
Qiao Duo'er smiled faintly, "If I wanted you to disregard your own parents, wouldn't that make you just like them?"
Tan Zhenghong felt very content, he knew his wife would support him.
"I actually think you were very manly today," Qiao Duo'er couldn't help but compliment him.
When is a man most appealing?
Of course, it's when he stands in front of his woman, shielding her from all the storms!
Tan Zhenghong's face flushed with the compliment; his wife's happiness was all that mattered.
The next day, just as dawn began to break, Butcher Chen delivered the meat that Tan Zhenghong had ordered.
