"Xiaomeng!" Murong Yu almost thought she was dreaming as she sprang up from her chair.
Zhang Xiaomeng approached Murong Yu and kissed her on the forehead.
Then, he pinched her face, "These past few days without me, my dear little Yu'er has become haggard."
Murong Yu felt the warmth of his large hand and immediately grew a little angry, "You still know to come back."
"No idea which vixen managed to charm you away, it's been over half a month, and only now do you come to see me."
"You don't even take care of company matters."
"Just wait until I'm dead from exhaustion, then you can prepare to collect my corpse."
Zhang Xiaomeng gave an awkward smile, but as a man, how could he possibly admit he was wrong? I'm not wrong, I can never be wrong in this lifetime.
"Well, I just couldn't get away, you see?"
"But now that I'm back, I won't leave you so easily again," Zhang Xiaomeng said.
