Wen Qiao looked at him in surprise as if she had discovered a new continent, "Are you really scared of Sister Fu Qiang?"
"It's not fear."
The word "fear" was a bit too strong. The only person who could elicit that emotion from him was the little woman sitting next to him right now.
Fu Jinghen chose his words carefully, "Better to avoid trouble."
Despite being nearly twenty years older than him, Fu Qiang didn't have the steadiness you'd expect from her age, and Fu Jinghen had been nagged by her since he was young.
The terror his sister could unleash was comparable only to those first few times she attempted cooking and produced what he dubbed 'dark cuisine.'
Except for her husband, Fu Jinghen thought, no one else in this world could probably handle his sister.
Wen Qiao only half understood what Fu Jinghen was saying.
"You'll understand when you see it for yourself."
