Chiang Xiao looked at his back, broad shoulders, narrow waist, and a solid back that made her feel a bit flustered.
"You might want to think about handling things with Dad later, but right now we should stand united against people like Nian Che. We absolutely can't let him have his way; he'd laugh himself to death. How could we become his accomplices? That would be too humiliating."
"You're absolutely right." Meng Xinian finished putting on his clothes, buttoned the last button, walked over, and sat her down in front of the dressing table. Looking at her in the mirror, he said, "But the biggest reason I'm willing to go is because I want to listen to my wife."
Chiang Xiao chuckled softly.
"What are you doing now?"
"Helping you with your hair."
Meng Xinian picked up the comb to style her hair, which was incredibly smooth, allowing the comb to glide effortlessly through it.
