Fu Sichen stared at the angry little cat in front of him, the corners of his lips deepening into a smile as laughter rolled from his throat, "My wife isn't someone else, and I'm watching openly in front of the camera, so it's moral. You should respect me for that."
What rubbish logic.
Jiang Mian covered her ears, "I'm not listening, I'm not listening, the nonsense you speak."
"Mrs. Fu."
"I can't hear you! Public place, watch your language."
Fu Sichen reached out and took Jiang Mian's slender hand from her ear, his voice indulgent and gentle, "Really, I give up. I'll stop talking."
As he spoke, Fu Sichen took out a small packet of spicy strips and sour plums from his pocket, "Here, I sneaked them for you."
!!!
Jiang Mian looked incredulously at the man in front of her. Before she joined the army, the crew had confiscated all the snacks she brought, especially her beloved spicy strips and sour plums.
He couldn't have gone and stolen things from the crew, could he?