Under Qian's threat, Xiaoqiang's survival instincts kicked in with a clang.
"Wife, I was wrong, I was completely wrong today!" Seeing the situation turn bad, he immediately apologized. A true man shouldn't feel ashamed to apologize to his wife!
"Where did you go wrong?" Qian had an aura of one meter eighty.
"I went wrong... where did I go wrong?" After apologizing, Xiaoqiang was dumbfounded; he honestly didn't know where he had gone wrong.
Qian then realized that he hadn't done anything wrong at all; she was just using him as a punching bag, uh...
Yu Minglang watched her; his eyes were filled with grievance, helplessness, and a bit of confusion.
Feeling slightly guilty, Qian quickly handed over the facial cleansing soap, trying to feign depth to find some redeemable ground for herself.
"Actually, every man who pampers his wife has a height of 2 meters! A majestic soul, a handsome face! Ah~ my husband, why are you so dashing and handsome?"
