"..."
Jian Xi was full of black lines.
"Hello, my name is Cheng Ling, I'm also an artist!" Cheng Ling extended her hand.
Jian Xi looked at her hand. It should have been a very beautiful, artistically charming hand. But! It was too skinny! The joints were prominent, severely ruining the aesthetic.
"You're so thin." Jian Xi frowned and shook her hand.
The smile on Cheng Ling's face widened: "From now on, I'll eat well and sleep well to gain some weight."
"..." Jian Xi was speechless. Were her words like an imperial decree?
Ming Wei exhaled heavily. Finally, finally, his wife was going to return to normal.
It's kind of frustrating to say, as Cheng Ling's husband, his importance was far less than Jian Xi. Sigh!
"Let's do another test!" Cheng Ling said.
Jian Xi was taken aback: "What test?"
"DNA test," Cheng Ling said.
Jian Xi's face turned stern, and she withdrew her hand: "So, you all think I'm Nan Mufeng's wife?"
"Yes!"
Ming Wei and Cheng Ling nodded together.
