What was supposed to be a serious question turned into a farce with her joking, and Leng Youchen didn't know whether to laugh or cry, "Are you sure you're not here to crack jokes?"
Wei Anning vaguely sensed that his voice wasn't as tense as before, and her mind raced. He must already know; it was a good thing she hadn't hidden it, otherwise she would have been done for again.
"Did you laugh then?" Wei Anning quipped, ready to brush the matter off.
Unexpectedly.
Leng Youchen snorted coldly, "Wife, don't think you can just brush this off. I'll settle the score with you when I get back."
Wei Anning's shoulders drooped, and she pouted pitifully; she knew this wasn't going to be easy to gloss over, "When are you coming back? I need to prepare myself for the punishment in advance."
"So eager for punishment, should I praise you for your courage?" Leng Youchen's mood was no longer as furious as it had been the previous evening when he first saw the photo.
