Why Is the Great God So Hard to Win Over?

One day after they were married, Lu Xiaoxiao brought up the story of her student ID. “Mr. Nan, when you found the student ID I'd lost, what went through your mind?” Nan Qiao casually picked up a book from the shelf and sat down on the sofa. His voice was as low and calm as ever. “Nothing.” Nothing? Lu Xiaoxiao stared at him, clearly not believing a word. “How could you have thought nothing? Xiaoxiao, what a lovely name. It must belong to a particularly adorable girl.” Over the years they'd been married, someone had only gotten more and more shamelessly self-absorbed. Nan Qiao recalled the handwriting on her student ID, his eyes glinting with amusement. He flipped through the economics magazine in his hands and said quietly, “Your handwriting limited my imagination.” Uh... The room fell silent...