Li Peifeng smoothly stepped through the door and didn't bother asking Old Zhao why he was in a mood again. He was already used to the fluctuating emotions of a pregnant woman, and even if she wasn't actually upset, playing some tricks on him was also quite normal. Enjoying the blessing of multiple wives, taking a bit of grumpiness wasn't a big deal.
He wasn't planning to pursue the matter, but Zhao Qingge was displeased that changing the door code hadn't kept him out. She frowned and put down her book, "Did I let you in?"
Li Peifeng blinked, "Then should I stand at the door for a while?"
"Let me ask you, is this your house or mine?"
"Of course, it's our house."
Zhao Qingge pointed upstairs, "Isn't it her house?"
"No...no, absolutely not."
Zhao Qingge seemed to sneer, "Then why does she know the door code to our house? You just left, and she quietly came in with the kid. I thought there was a burglar in the house."
