Seeing her constant self-flattery, Mo Shiting couldn't help but smile, "Keep showing that undying spirit, I believe you can be the best support."
"Undying spirit?"
Gu Li frowned, later realizing what he had implied, felt hurt, "Mo Shiting, are you hinting that I'm a cockroach? Is that how you treat your wife?"
"Hehe..."
Seeing her accusing him directly with his full name, looking angry yet enchanting, Mo Shiting gave an uncontrolled laugh. Clearly, teasing her lifted his spirits.
Gu Li clenched her fist, wishing she could reach through the screen to hit him: "Laugh! You're still laughing? Laugh again, and you'll get wrinkles."
"Alright, I'll stop laughing."
Mo Shiting repressed his smile and leaned his phone aside while leisurely putting on a bathrobe.
During all this, he didn't try to hide from Gu Li.
Gu Li, with her cheek resting on one hand, watched through the camera as he put on his clothes and said: "Brother Ting, when are you coming back?"