"Going at this time? Isn't that just a warm face to a cold butt?"
Xiao Zheng's head shook like a rattle-drum as he shrank back a bit, continuing to eat his meal with a creaking sound.
"What kind of bodyguard are you? Look at you, can't even understand your boss's psyche?" Chu Xiaoran scolded him with her hands on her hips, reproachfully and cutely angry, as if she was upset that iron wouldn't turn into steel.
Good grief, since when was I supposed to be a worm in my wife's stomach, understanding psyches?
Xiao Zheng puckered his lips and offered a wry smile, "Xiao Ran, a bodyguard is just a bodyguard, not a psychologist."
"I don't care, you have to go check on my cousin. I'm afraid she might do something rash."
"Why don't you go? Isn't that perfect, given your deep sisterly bond?"
