"And," Chu Liangxia continued, "give me a chance to understand you. Look at you, not picky about food, wearing monotonous outfits, too busy for hobbies—I don't even know what you like or dislike. I don't have your observational skills. You know exactly what I enjoy, but me... I know nothing about you. Can't you show more expression or something? I'm clueless here."
"Mm."
"Also..."
Chu Liangxia was like a chatterbox all of a sudden, babbling on and on, while Feng Ziheng listened carefully. However, his responses to anything she said were always "okay" or "mm," agreeing with every opinion Chu Liangxia had.
By the end, Chu Liangxia got impatient, almost like she was about to lose her temper, reached out and tousled Feng Ziheng's hair, grumbling, "Handsome, can't you argue a bit?"
Feng Ziheng chuckled softly, took her into his arms, and said, "Feng Family rules, what the wife says is always right."
"Hmph." Chu Liangxia pouted in dissatisfaction.
