Watching Gong Ruini sprint all the way over, Zhao Xuran was every kind of worried.
"You." He caught Gong Ruini's flying pounce again—honestly, if his stance weren't steady, he really might have been knocked over.
"You can't mess around like this anymore." Zhao Xuran wasn't worried about getting hurt himself; he was worried that if he failed to catch her one day and his wife fell, what then.
Gong Ruini stuck out her tongue; she couldn't care less. "I have faith in you."
"There's nothing Brother Xu Ran can't handle." Her man was basically a god.
Now that was something Zhao Xuran loved to hear, absolutely loved. "Just for that line, we're going shopping for clothes right now."
Tch, that was so insincere. "What clothes do I even need to buy?"
Not to brag, but just the clothes she brought back from the United States this time were enough to last her for years.
