Li Xiaobao felt much more balanced in his heart.
"Missed you, huh!"
Han Bing looked at Li Xiaobao and burst into giggles, still amused by the surprised expression that had crossed his face when he suddenly woke up earlier.
"Miss you? I'm afraid you're just missing the fish in my pond!" Li Xiaobao pouted and snorted.
"Come on, am I that kind of person?" Still in a good mood from earlier, Han Bing knew that Li Xiaobao was joking with her. She stretched out her hand as if to smack him.
"You're trying to murder your own husband!" Li Xiaobao dodged Han Bing's hand lightly and then murmured softly.
"Giggle, yes, yes, if you dare, shout it out loud, let Zhang Ling hear!" Seeing that Li Xiaobao didn't dare to shout, Han Bing laughed even more joyously.
"Ah, forget it, I'm afraid of you!" Li Xiaobao also knew that making a fuss over the fish pond wouldn't be good, especially if Zhang Ling noticed something off.