Nan Tian was still quite responsible. Even if he said the wrong thing, he could keep a straight face and pretend to be composed.
"Mom, apply some medicine on dad too," Nan Mufeng said haughtily, giving Nan Tian a look. That look seemed to say: You owe me a favor!
The corners of Nan Tian's mouth twitched.
"No!" Yu Ling was even more haughty. She slammed the medicine box shut and stormed off!
It seemed as if a flock of crows flew over the sky…
Nan Tian felt so awkward.
Nan Mufeng picked up the medicine box and feigned sincerity, "Dad, shall I help you with that?"
"No need," Nan Tian glared at Nan Mufeng, "Your own butt is still being blown by the sea breeze!"
Nan Mufeng: "…"
That seemed true, his wife had run off to Mansha Island.
Right now, he wasn't doing any better than his old man!
"Jian Xi is a painter?" Nan Tian asked.
"Yeah. How did you know?" Nan Mufeng asked in surprise, "Did you investigate her?"
