Li Tingyan was caught off guard when Nianyang rushed at him, causing him to stumble and almost fall.
Looking at his wife glaring at him with fury, hands already poking into his mouth, he grabbed her wrist firmly, his voice deep and somber, "Chu Nianyang, what's the matter with you? Just for sour plum juice, do you want to overturn heaven and earth with me? I can indulge and accommodate you unconditionally, but it doesn't mean you can step on other men to anger me."
Nianyang glared at him fiercely, "What do you mean, indulge and accommodate me? Your idea of indulging and accommodating me is to snatch your wife's sour plum juice? Tell me, what use do I have for you, if you're there to steal my food?"
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Li Tingyan rubbed his temples, looking at Nianyang's reddened eyes, misty gaze, his voice dropping lower, "Just for another man's sour plum juice, really this mad? I'm your husband, can't I even have some of yours? Chu Nianyang, how could you be so petty with me?"
