"Good... friend?"
"Mm." Zhao Rong nodded calmly.
"How good of a friend?"
Zhao Rong smiled, "A very, very good friend."
"Then why haven't I heard my husband mention this friend? Is she also in Duyou City?" the woman asked curiously.
"Yes, she is. I haven't mentioned her... because I'm afraid that, like Lin Wenruo, you might not like her, and besides..." he smiled and said, "she's a bit timid and might be afraid of you."
On hearing this, Zhao Lingfei gave him a reproachful look and said in a blaming tone, "How do you know I wouldn't like him if you haven't told me? Besides, it's not as if I'd eat them, so why would your good friend be afraid of me? Is she a mere drinking buddy or something?"
Zhao Rong pondered seriously, nodded, then shook his head.
Hmm, it does seem like a "drinking buddy."
The man smiled silently, stopping the conversation.
He just sat there watching his swordswoman wife.
He watched with a smile for a while.
