Huangfu Zheng looked at her pouting appearance and the inexplicable annoyance in his heart vanished, truly he owed this woman from a past life. "If you're not angry, I'll let you hit me."
"Ha ha, I'm not angry at all," Tang Anzhi said expressionlessly.
"Lying to ghosts, you call this not being angry? Alright, it was my fault just now, it will never happen again," Huangfu Zheng, seeing her cold face, surrendered first in helplessness. Then he quickly added, "But you're not allowed to say those words that provoke me anymore."
Tang Anzhi remained silent, still with a frosty expression.
"Wife, I've apologized, why are you still angry? Don't be angry, okay?" This was the first time Huangfu Zheng had spoken so humbly.
In his life, he had given many of his firsts to the woman beside him.
Seeing him like this, Tang Anzhi's anger also subsided somewhat, for she did not wish to see him, who was always above others, make himself so low before her—it was not a matter of honor.
