Gao Han looked at her with a smirk, "Did you find it very nice to look at just now?"
Ning Ruixi stopped smiling immediately and shook her head without hesitation, "Not nice, not nice at all. I was just looking at the training equipment. Their physiques, how could they compare to my husband's?"
Without seeing, how would you know they're not as good as mine?" Gao Han seized the error in Ning Ruixi's words and wouldn't let go, his sharp eyes narrowing into dangerous slits.
Ning Ruixi's mouth twitched, but she dared not truly anger this man, who was like an overturned jar of vinegar; she could only ingratiate him by taking his hand, "Husband, how do you play with that thing? You just hang from it, right?"
Ning Ruixi pointed casually, but when she turned her head back and saw what she was pointing at, she felt a darkness loom before her.