Yang Ming ate, his emotions fluctuating wildly. His wife asking him to feed her didn't seem like she was looking for a confrontation over the previous issue. What could be so serious to make his wife act this way?
Could it be...
His mind finally cleared, and his intelligence returned with it.
Impatient to finish eating, he blurted out, "Xiaoxiao, is it about Li Fugui... "
"Hmm."
Upon hearing Xiaoxiao's affirmative response, joy flickered across Yang Ming's brow. So, he had been worrying over nothing; his wife wasn't there to settle scores. His mood inexplicably improved.
He began to eat more quickly, feeling that the meal now tasted much better than before.
Seeing Yang Ming's reaction, Xiaoxiao wondered what was going on with him. Mentioning Li Fugui seemed to make him happier than seeing her. Could it be she was less important than that Li Fugui? She felt as though she had taken ten thousand points of damage.
