Ye Wenjun's cold gaze lingered on Fang Yu's cheeks for a moment.
She didn't speak and turned to leave.
Her pace was faster than usual as she went straight upstairs.
Fang Yu couldn't help but frown and quickly said, "Wife, you've misunderstood... Hey, you've got it all wrong!"
Clang!
The door shut.
"Damn... I'm freaking wronged here." Fang Yu spread his hands.
Behind him, Zhong Long picked up a lobster, coughed twice, and with an air of indifference to the world, turned and left.
This... just became awkward.
Fang Yu shook his head and sighed, "A spanking every three days means peeling off tiles from the roof, not hitting for two days feels uncomfortable... what are these women thinking?"
Once he sat down, he swept through the food on the table like a whirlwind, devouring everything into his stomach.
The maid watched helplessly.
"Son-in-law, the young miss hasn't eaten today, should we... should we prepare something for her? Maybe coax her a bit?" the maid asked cautiously.