Before going to sleep at night, Huo Feng and Pu Sangzhi lay on the same bed.
Thinking back to Shen Yu's bald warning, Huo Feng felt a layer of melancholy in his heart, and nothing felt good anymore.
Even the wife in his arms didn't smell as good.
"Wife..."
Huo Feng knew Pu Sangzhi hadn't slept yet, so he leaned closer to her ear, whispering, "Let me ask you a scary question."
Pu Sangzhi was feeling drowsy, almost asleep when Huo Feng's whisper woke her up.
She responded sleepily, "Hmm?"
Huo Feng whispered, "An old husband with a bald head or a wild child, which one would you choose?"
"Hmm?"
Pu Sangzhi didn't quite understand.
"I'm telling you, the two can't coexist."
