A Man with Tea in His Tea

Did you put it on your forehead and pretend you had a fever last night? "Are you lying to me?"

She was so angry that she threw the warm baby at him angrily.

Leng Huaijin lowered his head like a child who had made a mistake. "I'm sorry. I was afraid you would ignore me. I didn't want to fight with you."

Shen Weiyang had always been soft to him.

At this time, when she saw how he looked like he was wronged and apologized directly, her anger gradually dissipated. Instead, she felt a little uncomfortable.

"Cough cough, I don't have any intention of lecturing you."

After she coughed dryly twice, she sighed helplessly, and her tone became softer and softer.

"I just don't like it when you joke about your body. Do you know how anxious I was when I heard Mr Liu say you had a fever last night?"

Leng Huaijin shook his head honestly and looked a little wronged. He looked like a child who was about to cry after being scolded by a teacher.