Zhan Feiyu took the initiative to stir up trouble. Zhu Bufan knew this girl was troublesome to deal with, so he simply ignored Zhan Feiyu's nonsense and coaxed Zhan Feihuang: "My good wife, do you think I'm deceiving you? It's okay if Xiaoyu doesn't understand me, as long as you can understand me, I am very happy!"
"Uh..." Zhan Feihuang hesitated for a moment, then immediately nodded in response: "Husband, don't be so sad, I believe you truly care for me. I don't want anything else, as long as you treat me well, that's all I need, just your sincere heart."
Zhu Bufan was overjoyed. He had thought that Zhan Feihuang, born into a wealthy family, would definitely be a difficult miss to deal with. He hadn't expected that this girl would be so easy to please. He had inadvertently stumbled upon such a great girl.
Zhan Feiyu, frustrated and itching to retort, but Zhu Bufan quickly interjected: "My good wife, who do you believe then? Me? Or Xiaoyu?"
"Isn't it obvious, I naturally..."
