"""Speaking of which, probably for fear of angering He Zhilan, He Teng carefully assessed her expression. Seeing that she looked indifferent, not smiling but also not showing any anger, he then softly called out, "Wife~"
This address directly softened He Zhilan's heart, "Who is your wife? Did I agree to it?"
He Zhilan playfully glared at He Teng, but the smile on the corner of her mouth couldn't be hidden. The smile gradually climbed into her eyes and caught his gaze.
Seeing this, He Teng finally sighed in relief. If she could still laugh, it meant she hadn't firmly refused to reconcile.
All those words just now took a lot of courage for He Teng to express.
He had always been a man of few words since childhood; if a sentence could be shorter, he would make it shorter. He used tough training to make his soldiers submit like sweeping away fallen leaves with autumn wind.
