Tang Qiulu, feeling especially happy, placed her hand on her chin and smiled at Su Changfeng, saying, "You tell me, how do you plan for me to thank you?"
Su Changfeng didn't expect any gratitude, because in his view, helping Tang Qiulu was only natural since they were husband and wife.
"You're my wife, do I really need thanks for helping you?" Su Changfeng said.
Tang Qiulu glared at Su Changfeng, then lay on the bed, still with her back to him. Was this guy a fool? Didn't he know to ask her for something with such a good opportunity? Even if he truly wanted nothing, at least he could give her a way out. Was he planning to let this unresolved tension linger forever?
Su Changfeng was dumbfounded—why did she get mad for no apparent reason?
It's true, women are like summer weather, changing instantly.