Tan Zhenghong stared at Qiao Duo'er fixedly, still somewhat unwilling to believe.
The next second, Qiao Duo'er felt the world spinning around her.
Qiao Duo'er clutched Tan Zhenghong's clothes nervously and asked weakly, "Husband, you're not going to fight a bloody battle, are you?"
If that were really the case... it would be too beastly.
Three black lines drooped on Tan Zhenghong's forehead; he just wanted to know if his wife was deceiving him.
When they reached the bedroom, he placed Qiao Duo'er on the bed and stretched out his hand to feel, indeed touching a soft cloth bag.
"Husband, are you all right?" Qiao Duo'er looked at Tan Zhenghong with concern.
But within that concern, there was a hint of schadenfreude.
Tan Zhenghong shook his head; what could possibly be wrong with him? He was just a little sad.
