His fingers contracted, as Tu Ya's eyes rolled upwards in disbelief. Could it be that this man was serious?
In the past, his coldness seemed characteristic to her, she thought it was attractive. But when the coldness was directed at her, she became scared, very scared.
"Haoming, that's enough!"
The young wife walked over. She patted Haoming's arm, signaling Liang Haoming to loosen his grip, not to accidentally strangle someone to death.
But the man who had always been so obedient didn't listen to her for the first time.
Furious, she pried his big hand away and pulled a small handkerchief from her sleeve, meticulously cleaning his hand.
"You mustn't touch just any filthy thing, understand?"
She flicked his forehead in displeasure, and he adorably covered his head, staring at her blankly.
She smiled briefly, but when she looked at Tu Ya again, her expression returned to cold indifference.
"I find you so very odd!"
