Wrapped tightly in his embrace, she felt warmth all around her. Her nose tinged with sadness, and she was on the verge of tears. Burying her face in his chest, she murmured, "I just won't go see him…" She wouldn't go see Campbell Zheng. If he was unwilling, if he was unhappy, then she wouldn't go…
He remained silent for a long time before sighing softly, "I'm sorry, Cielvini…" He was too domineering.
"You're the master here; you should fulfill your duties as the host. Even for the sake of international friends, you should give China some face, right? You go ahead and entertain him well… If possible, I should invite him to dinner to thank him for giving my wife her beautiful face back…"
Cielvini lay against his chest, quietly listening to his words, then looked up at him, "Are you serious?"
"When have I ever lied?" he replied.
"You always lie…"
