"My wife..."
Mu Wanqing's mouth twitched; he had never referred to her so cheesily in front of others before.
Zhou Yiru laughed, "No worries, I'll drive slow."
"Brother Zhou, let's not bother, we have enough rooms at home, no need to wander out so late at night." Mu Wanqing was genuinely worried about him driving alone, so she advised out of kindness once more.
Zhou Yiru hesitated.
Wen Zhan couldn't be bothered with him anymore and looked at his wife, "Which room are you sleeping in? I've been driving for over five hours; I'm tired."
"…" Mu Wanqing looked at him and squeaked out, "We have three rooms at home…"
The implication was, one room per person was enough, and there was no need to squeeze together.
Wen Zhan raised an eyebrow, "Really? So, did you already prepare the bed knowing I was coming?"
"…" Mu Wanqing couldn't continue.
Ever since he showed up, her mind was short-circuiting, completely unable to think straight.