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Ye Shu sat at the dinner table, her hands propping up her cheeks, the candlelight made her delicate little face especially alluring.
She smiled softly, her voice sounding sweet and sticky, "Since I'm Mrs. Sheng, isn't it said, 'when you marry the chicken, follow the chicken; marry the dog, follow the dog?' If I don't treat Mr. Sheng well, what else can I do?"
Sun Nanjue spat out his drink directly.
It sprayed right into Sheng Shaochen's face without warning.
Sheng Shaochen's face darkened instantly, and Sun Nanjue hurriedly grabbed a napkin to wipe Sheng Shaochen's face.
While wiping, he apologized profusely, "Sorry, sorry, but when I heard 'marry the chicken, follow the chicken; marry the dog, follow the dog'—all this talk about fowl and beasts—I just couldn't hold it in..."
As Sun Nanjue explained, he felt the air around him grow cold for no reason.
Looking up, he met Sheng Shaochen's charcoal-black gaze and couldn't help but shudder.
