Tan Zhenghong obediently did as he was told, but still, it was met with Bai Yifan's disdain.
Because even after he had finished writing, the ink still wasn't black enough.
"Your skills are too poor," Bai Yifan criticized.
"Find yourself a wife with good skills, then you'll have an added fragrance to your red sleeves. It'll save us from being so close that others think I have some improper relationship with you," Tan Zhenghong retorted without hesitation.
Bai Yifan's face twitched. Even if he remained a bachelor his whole life, he wouldn't make do with a man.
If he did find a man, it wouldn't be someone like Tan Zhenghong!
Bai Yifan curled his lip, "Only Duo'er lacks taste enough to fancy someone like you."
Tan Zhenghong snorted lightly, "As long as Duo'er thinks I'm good, that's enough."
His wife was his entire world; he couldn't care less about anyone else!
"Don't worry, I'll wait for you to slip up," Bai Yifan patted Tan Zhenghong's shoulder.
