Li Chengyun was angry, his handsome face seemed to be covered with a thin layer of ice.
"Rongbao," his voice, however, was exactly the same as usual.
"Mm." Yu Jingrong answered cautiously.
"We got married in Sydney, back then, in the presence of God, we made our vows, do you still remember?" Li Chengyun gently asked her, his voice still as flat as before.
"I remember." Yu Jingrong smiled a little, her voice already carrying a hint of appeasement: "In both joy and hardship, wealth and poverty, whether smooth or adversarial, in health or weakness, you will respect him, help him, care for him, and always love him, faithfully building a family of love with him for life!"
Li Chengyun said indifferently: "No matter what happens in the future, I will be with you, even if your hands really become useless, I will not give up. There are even times when I wish your hands were useless, so you could stay safe at home, thinking only of me and the kids, instead of having endless work to do."
