"Xinian, aren't you afraid that you'll end up losing your entire fortune?"
Meng Xinian walked towards the gate, saying, "That Kitten of mine definitely seems capable of making me lose it all."
"But what if we don't end up getting married?" Chiang Xiao followed and whispered.
With a thud, Meng Xinian suddenly stopped, causing Chiang Xiao to bump into his back. His back was all muscle, and it hurt upon impact.
She covered her nose, giving him a reproachful look as he turned around.
"Chiang Xiaoxiao, I think it's necessary to set some time aside to have a good ideological criticism with you."
Meng Xinian spoke with unusual seriousness, his expression quite stern.
Although Tyrant Meng was quite handsome and imposing when he was cold and stern, Chiang Xiao still felt closer to him when his gaze was warm.
"Why should I have to accept ideological criticism?" she asked, bewildered.