Gu Annan turned his head back and replied in French, "Sorry, my wife and I are here for our honeymoon, but she's being a bit difficult with me."
Lu Wanwan, who had also taken French as an elective, was not so professional but could roughly understand a bit.
She looked up at the shameless man.
"Stop it," he said, reaching out and ruffling her hair, his eyes filled with doting affection.
The Frenchman, seeing this, quickly offered his blessing, yet reminded him, "But sir, even if she is your wife, you should still respect her."
"I will," Gu Annan assured.
"I wish you happiness!"
"Thank you," Gu Annan responded.
Then the Frenchman reached his floor and exited the elevator.
Lu Wanwan frowned and chose to ignore him.
The more he pretended, the more she anticipated he would become unbearable later.
Exiting the elevator, Lu Wanwan followed him towards their room.
