"What's so interesting about fans? You're better off looking at me."
The tone was sour, indicating Director Lu's precarious status at home.
Xia Weibao glanced at him sideways, "What's so interesting about you? I see you every day, and I'm sick of it."
Sick of it…
Sick…
Of it…
...
These three words kept magnifying in Lu Hualiang's mind, even in bold!
Director Lu broke out in a cold sweat, his sense of crisis soaring.
His wife was actually sick of looking at him!
What a dangerous signal this is!
"Wifey, how could you be sick of me when I'm so handsome? Take another look. Aren't you finding me even more handsome? Aren't you captivated by me again?"
Xia Weibao, "..."
She reached out and grabbed his chin, looked left and right, "You're very handsome."
Director Lu felt relieved, thankful that his wife's taste hadn't gone astray.
However, Xia Weibao's next sentence sent him plunging into hell.
"But no matter how handsome, you'd get sick of it if you see it too much."
