"How long have you been married?"
Yu Ting, who had no affection for Zhou Chengyan, coldly replied: "No comment."
"How did you two meet? Was it a lightning marriage?"
"No comment."
"Young, and yet already a young wife."
Slap.
Yu Ting's hand, ready to slap Zhou Chengyan, was caught in mid-air, and his laughter became even more unrestrained.
Seeing this made Yu Ting even more unhappy. She swung her other hand out, the strike quick and fierce.
Zhou Chengyan tilted his head slightly, only his cheek brushed by the blow. He then caught both of Yu Ting's hands, quickly retreating, and teased with a smile, "So violent. Can your husband tolerate you?"
Enough, enough. If they came to blows, the game would be over.
Having released Yu Ting's struggling hands and seeing the woman's fiery rage, Zhou Chengyan returned to his seat, maintaining a safe distance from Yu Ting.
