C1208

Jiang Luo looked at Song Zhifei.

She too rolled her eyes.

His eyes were filled with contempt, and it went without saying that he was looking down on them.

For some inexplicable reason, they were simultaneously despised by two people. But to be despised by one's own wife, was that really such a great injury?

"Sigh …"

"…"

Song Zhifei sighed helplessly