The silver-gray building was triangular in shape.
As they got closer to the building, Fu Yunhe's steps fell slightly behind Nian Shutong's, clearly indicating their master-servant status.
Nian Shutong noticed Fu Yunhe's movements and grabbed him. Fu Yunhe stepped forward to stand beside Nian Shutong.
"Although I am better than you and you sometimes endure my bullying, we are never master and servant."
Beside her, Fu Yunhe's eyes warmed, but he soon added, "I know, but have you forgotten again? We're married."
"We're married."
Nian Shutong blinked, her attractive teardrop mole reddening slightly. She waved her hand dismissively, "It's fine, it's fine, it doesn't matter, it doesn't matter."
It doesn't matter?
For some reason, hearing "it doesn't matter" this time, Fu Yunhe didn't like it, but he didn't delve into it for now.
After all, he had never dared to dream of falling for someone like Nian Shutong.
