Xiao Shao's Precious Wife

It's April, the season of continuous drizzle. Tianlan, in a coffee shop with a comfortable environment and very stylish decoration. Su Yucheng shook the spoon in her hand in boredom, stirring the brown liquid inside the exquisite white porcelain cup rhythmically, making ripples in circles. But he looked out the window, counting the raindrops falling on the low spots on the ground. "Su Yucheng!" After Yi Mengdi muttering to himself for an hour, he was finally irritated by her careless attitude and hit Su Yucheng's cup hard with his spoon. The iron spoon hit the porcelain cup...