Tan Zhenghong immediately understood Duo'er's meaning—he had cooked dinner, and his body must definitely be covered in a mix of cooking fumes and sweat.
And it was precisely this that his wife and child couldn't stand. He was wrong and immediately went to take a bath.
"Wife, I'll take a bath, and then you can punish me afterward, okay?"
Qiao Duo'er did not express her opinion, so Tan Zhenghong could only dejectedly head to the washroom.
He didn't notice the cunning smile on her face, sly as a fox.
Alas, it was only because Tan Zhenghong was too honest.
Or rather, he didn't have a single scheme in front of Duo'er.
Guessing that Tan Zhenghong would soon be done, Qiao Duo'er put aside her book and faced the wall, feigning sleep.
Her little treasure had said she needs to stay mad for three days!
Tan Zhenghong didn't notice anything unusual, just wore a face of resignation, and then lay beside Duo'er.
