Mrs. Han said nothing, just gently adjusted his shirt for him.
Such tenderness made Han Ping's heart soften.
Mrs. Han looked up at him, her eyes filled with emotion: "I guess it's work-related!"
Han Ping did not speak.
Mrs. Han was truly an understanding person, she continued: "When I married you, I admired your integrity! No matter what, I trust my husband's choices."
Han Ping gazed deeply at her.
He asked, "In your heart, am I still the same as before?"
Mrs. Han gently tugged at his shirt button: "A little older, and even more handsome."
Han Ping looked around.
It was dark, and there was no one downstairs in the neighborhood!
He whispered in her ear, "Mengmeng being home alone for a couple of hours should be fine, right?"
Mrs. Han blushed.
After all, they were an old married couple, and she could guess what he intended.
As expected, Han Ping pulled his wife into the car and soon drove to the underground parking lot.
The back seat was laid flat, very spacious.
