The husband asked He Nanqiao seriously: "What kind of person do you want to marry in the future?"
He Nanqiao blurted out: "Of course I want to find someone as knowledgeable and beautiful as my husband."
As beautiful as a flower... Yan Qing almost lost his breath, saliva was stuck in his throat, and he coughed violently.
He Nanqiao quickly stretched out her hand to cheer him up, opened her eyes wide, and asked him innocently: "Sir? Nan Qiao was wrong again?"
The gentleman's face was gloomy: "You are right, it was me who was wrong."