Yu Xinzhi really hadn't expected that Xu Ruizhi would take such a small matter so seriously, "I'm sorry, I just didn't develop good habits."
Yu Xinzhi liked to smoke and drink tea, sometimes casually crushing cigarette butts in the flower pot on the balcony, or pouring unfinished tea on the plants.
Over the years, it had become a habit, and he couldn't change it.
Xu Ruizhi had had numerous arguments with him, but he felt that Xu Ruizhi talked too much. Starting from the moment he opened his eyes in the morning, she would complain about the breakfast, the milk not being fresh, the bread not being soft enough, the quilt not being folded, his clothes and pants not matching, and about being late to the supermarket where there weren't any fresh vegetables left...
All this had made Yu Xinzhi lose any desire to talk to or communicate with Xu Ruizhi.
Xu Ruizhi, on the other hand, hadn't realized that she was such a chatterbox.
