"What are you looking at?" asked Song Ning.
She could not help asking when she noticed her husband staring at the cabinet.
Huo Jinyan naturally did not speak his mind. Instead, he slowly veered his eyes away and said calmly, "I'm wondering whether it's bad Feng Shui for this cabinet to be here."
Song Ning's lips twitched and she said angrily, "You're the one who's hindering our Feng Shui."
Huo Jinyan happened to be standing in front of the television cabinet. Although his figure was relatively well-maintained, he lacked exercise, so he appeared slightly plump. Fortunately, he was tall, so it was not glaringly obvious even if he put on weight.
When he heard his wife poking fun at his physique, he appeared indignant. Then he groaned softly. "Sigh, I used to be quite the eye candy in my youth."
But now that he was middle aged, his wife found him fat.
