In the end, Ximen Lang's important matter that required an all-night talk still went undiscussed.
It wasn't that anything else had happened, but rather...
"I'm someone who dotes on his wife! Even if I want to get back at them, I can't take it out on my wife, can I?"
"Besides, we're getting married in a couple of days. No matter how impatient I am, there's no need to rush these two days! At worst, I can make my father-in-law drink a few more cups at the wedding. That should count, right?"
Hearing this, Leng decisively rolled her eyes at him and sabotaged him.
"Even if you want to make your father-in-law drink, he still has to come over, doesn't he? Right now, forget sending invitations—we can't even get through the door. What are you going to do?"
"What am I going to do? Have it cold!"
"Have it cold? What, are you going to serve your father-in-law cold? Now that's a novel one. It's my first time hearing that when your father-in-law gives you trouble, you serve him cold. You really are something..."
Nearby, Ximen Lang watched as Leng's little mouth chattered away, arranging everything for him down to the last detail.
Ximen Lang hurriedly covered Leng's mouth and said angrily,
"When did I ever say I was going to serve my father-in-law cold?! Don't go making things up about me!"
Then he cautiously addressed the surroundings.
"Father-in-law, I'm not going to serve you cold. Please don't get the wrong idea!"
Then he put up a barrier that even a Grand Luo Golden Immortal would have difficulty seeing through in a short time.
Turning back to his lovely wife Leng, Ximen Lang said irritably,
"You know those two love spying on us, yet you still say things recklessly. Are