Listening through the bedroom door, Wu Meifang's cheeks flushed completely red.
Then she thought, no, that's not right, didn't Liu Mang just go in? How could they be, you know, doing that already?
Feeling even more embarrassed, as if possessed, Wu Meifang pressed her ear against the door.
Inside the bedroom, Lu Mengyao, having cleaned up the spilled tea, was still grumbling at Liu Mang, "My colleagues have been teasing me all day, and that's been bad enough. Now I come home and you tease me too—you're so mean!"
"Alright, alright, I didn't do it on purpose, okay? Wife, don't be mad anymore." Liu Mang rubbed Lu Mengyao's cheeks, "Come on, give me a smile."
