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Facing her question, Nie Zeyu smiled, his long arm swiftly reaching out to gently stroke her hair.

"Silly, I mean you're becoming more and more like my wife. From now on, you need to show some of that wifely authority, okay?"

This guy, just a moment ago, looked so stern it scared her to death. She thought he was mad at her, and it really shook her up. Xinling sighed and said, "Nie Zeyu