Looking at his wife's upright spine and her ethereal, fairy-like demeanor, uncontaminated by the slightest dust.
Such a woman, how could she do something to betray him?
Especially... in front of a crowd.
He suddenly calmed down, walked to her with weak hands and feet, and tugged at her sleeve, "Wife, I was wrong."
"Where were you wrong?"
"I was wrong about everything." He turned her around, "Wife, it's my fault. How could you make me a cuckold?"
"That's hard to say."
"You want to anger me to death!" He angrily bit her lip.
She frowned, "Are you a dog, always biting people?"
"I'm not a dog, I belong to loving you." He hugged her waist tightly, touching the places Chang Haotian had touched as if to overwrite the traces, "Wife, you're mine. I won't allow another man to touch you."
She calmly said, "I stumbled on a step on the street and nearly fell. Chang Haotian gave me a hand."
