Install a telephone?
Lin Wan Yi paused with her chopsticks in mid-air, her eyes widening slightly in shock.
Is this man crazy?
In this era, a private telephone is a privilege only for senior officers!
For him, a regiment leader, to ask for such a thing, isn't he just inviting trouble?
Gu Yanshen looked at her dumbfounded expression, and the pent-up anger in his heart finally eased a little.
He picked up his bowl, took the chopsticks again, and spoke in a steady voice.
"Eat."
"But..."
"No buts." Gu Yanshen interrupted her, picked up some vegetables and placed them in her bowl, "Your man isn't so useless that he can't even protect his own wife."
Lin Wan Yi's heart felt as if it was gently squeezed by a warm, big hand.
She looked down at the green vegetables in her bowl and couldn't say a word.
Early the next morning, the sun was shining brightly.
The liveliest place in the family compound was the communal water well in the center.
