For some unknown reason, when he heard his wife's words, "I say, you're really doing well," Yue Ning couldn't help but blush, although he didn't understand exactly what his wife meant by "doing well."
"Ahem," he cleared his throat and then lowered his head, muttering softly, "Not as good as you…"
"Hmm?"
"Nothing!" he quickly corrected himself, waving his hands in a panic, "I didn't say anything, really! Absolutely nothing!"
Huiying: "…"
Why was he acting like the guilty party hiding something obvious? Besides, she really hadn't heard anything!
She asked, puzzled, "What did you just say?"
He frowned, "Really, I didn't say anything…" Those words of shame were hard for him to utter, unlike Third Brother, who he did not want to mimic.
Looking at his burning red cheeks, although he denied it, Huiying felt that she could probably guess what it was all about.
It didn't matter,
If he didn't want to talk, she wouldn't press him.
