Little Karl, What Exactly Did You Need Me For?

Hearing Carl's shout, Ximen Lang immediately raised his opinion of Carl by a notch. At the same time, Leng suppressed her laughter and raised an eyebrow at Ximen Lang.

"What are we going to do, hubby? Carl, whom you personally appointed as the lead actor, not only refuses to follow the script. He even saw everything underneath your underpants."

"The Cosmic Origin his teacher had pursued all his life was right there. He did not even spare it a glance. Instead, he directly started calling for the director."

Ignoring Ximen Lang's liver-colored expression after her words, Leng grabbed his arm from behind when he tried to sneak away, preventing him from escaping.

Then, pointing at Carl on the screen, who had lowered himself as much as possible, Leng continued.

"Look, he is not even giving you a chance to blow up at him! He is practically about to kneel before you!"

"What are we going to do? We have ruined the act. What exactly are we supposed to do now?"

Looking at Leng, who was speaking to him with exaggerated seriousness, Ximen Lang discreetly tried to pull his arm out of her death grip.

But Leng had seen this coming and was holding on far too tightly. Ximen Lang could not pull free at all...

Seeing that his unlucky wife was truly determined to watch him make a fool of himself, Ximen Lang glared and exchanged meaningful looks with Leng for a long while.

Under Ximen Lang's scrutinizing gaze, Leng showed signs of calling over all the other sisters and joining forces with them to mock him sarcastically.

In the end, under the pressure of reality, Ximen Lang was still the first to compromise with Leng.

"Wife, I was wrong."

Only after Ximen Lang finally admitted his mistake did Leng