At the dinner table, Si Ke was concerned about the recent incident.
Wen Man also asked about the drama that's happening on the Internet.
Su Ji smiled, "I didn't expect you to keep track of what's happening online."
Wen Man smiled. "Of course, I'm not like my husband."
Since Si Jingbin had caught a cold, Si Ke was very worried about his wife. He didn't say anything even though he was being insulted. He placed his hand on her shoulder and squeezed it. "Are you cold wearing such thin clothes?"
That gentle tone was a stark contrast to the scar on his face.
Wen Man looked like a little bird and said in a soft voice, "don't be so long-winded. You've asked several times. I'm not cold."
It was not an exaggeration to say that Si Ke's arms were thicker than Wen man's legs. Moreover, the two of them were completely different. One looked ferocious, while the other was fair and gentle.
