""Do you think your husband is like that?" Ou Chengtian raised an eyebrow.
Xia Liyou nodded, in her opinion, he really was that way—absolutely unwilling to admit defeat.
Ou Chengtian was speechless. In truth, he did it for that exact reason.
Xia Liyou chuckled as she hugged his arm, softly saying: "Then you need to study hard because you'll be responsible for our son and daughter's dinner in the future."
"Don't worry, I have no intention of cooking dinner."
"Why? Aren't you learning to cook for us?" Xia Liyou blinked, her face was full of disbelief.
Ou Chengtian curled the corner of his lips into a faint smile: "I'm only doing this to prove to myself that I can do well. Wife, don't overthink it."
After a moment of astonishment, Xia Liyou gritted her teeth. He really was someone who didn't know how to take losses.
The man stepped out for a moment and then returned to the classroom to continue the class.
