Wan Sui followed Chen Lang and Ge Qing, her voice still trembling.
"I'll go with you. What if you run off again?"
Although Ge Qing was somewhat reluctant, since Chen Lang didn't say anything, she just snorted coldly and let Wan Sui follow.
The two of them lived near the commercial street, and Chen Lang walked Ge Qing to her apartment door.
"It's okay, I'll be back soon."
Ge Qing nodded, tidied Chen Lang's shirt, and gave Wan Sui a warning glance.
"Alright, husband, remember to take a good shower after coming back. I don't like those overwhelming perfumes," she said.
That word "husband" was also a declaration of sovereignty to Wan Sui.
Chen Lang kissed Ge Qing on the face, pushed her into the room, and told her to lock the door.
After hearing the sound of the lock, he turned to look at Wan Sui.
"Let's go! Let's talk at the café downstairs. It's late, and I'm worried my wife will be scared alone."
