Zhou Fan glanced at the time. It was about time for lunch, so he used a hot pot meal to dodge Chen Yao's question.
Sitting in the hot pot restaurant, Zhou Fan first sent a message to Chu Yan, saying something had come up and he needed to take two or three days off. Naturally, Chu Yan was not happy. They hadn't seen each other for so long, and now that he was finally back, he had something else to do!
Only after Zhou Fan made all sorts of promises—vowing that after this busy period, he would spend twenty-four hours a day with her—did she reluctantly agree.
"Pfft! Who knew you were so scared of your wife!" Chen Yao, her mouth slick with oil from the meal, had watched Zhou Fan ask Chu Yan for time off. After he hung up, she couldn't help but sputter with laughter.
"What do you know? It's not fear, it's respect. Respect, you get it?" Zhou Fan looked at Chen Yao in mock disgust, took a napkin, and instinctively wiped her mouth before wiping his own clothes.
