Wen Shi's eyes showed a slight depth; he always thought his wife was quite fascinating.
If you say she understands politics, she's actually only half-knowledgeable when you bring up related topics with her.
But if you say she doesn't understand, she can extract useful information through newspapers, radio, and so on.
Thus making the right predictions.
This ability is quite mysterious.
But it doesn't matter, she's his wife.
The person he chose, even kneeling, he would walk life with her hand in hand.
"Alright, I will persist."
At this moment, Yi Chichi was on the island, and upon seeing the newspaper with the related information, she was stunned for a while before slowly letting out a turbid breath.
Thus, after a tiring day, Wen Shi returned home from work, and after eating, drinking, washing up, and lying in bed, what awaited wasn't his wife's gentle and soft presence, but a newspaper.
"Take a look."
Wen Shi, "..."
