Having an amazing husband is really great. There's even a special VIP account at the school.
Shen Jiayin ran to the bathroom door, stood there, and humbly asked, "Ziye, what's your account name?"
Whenever his wife calls him Ziye, her voice turns soft and tender. Ziye, under the hot shower, felt a shiver run through him as if he was electrocuted.
"You're asking for my account name?"
"Yes."
"My account name is my email. Don't you know my email?"
They never used emails to contact each other, so how would she know?
A hundred questions husbands interrogate their wives with.
"I know your email. How come you don't know mine?"
"How do you know my email?"
Well, it was because when he wanted to marry her, he had to cram and memorize it to prepare for the bridesmaids' questions. However, Ziye lied seamlessly, "I am your superior. Is there anything I wouldn't know?"
"I... I'm just your subordinate. I can't... can't know the personal secrets of my superior."
