Zhan Moxiao's face turned dark in an instant when he was cursed at. He had just taught her not to curse, and she turned around and insulted him so harshly.
He hadn't even scolded her yet, but she added another phrase, "Smelly hooligan!"
The phrase "Smelly hooligan" suddenly reminded him of the first time he met her when she was five years old, how she had cursed him back then. Just because she had cursed him like that when she was five, all these years, he had always perversely found the term very pleasant to hear.
So, instead of getting angry and disciplining his little stubborn wife, Master Xiao suddenly laughed, looking as if he was utterly pleased to be scolded.
Ou Lan, looking at this man who was beyond normal, saw her slight fondness for him dissipate completely, feeling utterly unsatisfied. She looked down and fiercely bit into a rib, pretending it was Zhan Moxiao, the pervert.
