“Master Ze, the madam blew up our base.” The man looked smug, and even a little pleased. “Did she blow it up good?”
His furious little wife came back, and he hurried over to greet her, grinning obsequiously. “Baby, your arm must be sore from carrying explosives. Let me rub it for you. You've had a hard time. Next time, you don't have to carry them yourself.”
“Master Ze, the madam's at a nightclub drinking against some guy.” The man rushed to the bar and scooped his little wife up in one arm. “Tong, baby, you're being naughty again.”
“Leng Haoze, you bastard, put me down!” He gave her bottom a smack. “Tong, baby, you shouldn't use such foul language.”
