Jiang Siming would never blame his own wife. Besides, he was rather proud of himself. Seeing the envious and hateful expressions on those Korean bastards' faces gave him a real thrill.
"There is. I already made it for you. I'll put it in the microwave and heat it up."
Jiang Siming followed her inside, kicked off his shoes, slipped on his slippers, and casually walked in before collapsing onto the sofa. He let out a comfortable sigh.
But then his nose twitched. Why did he feel like there was a foul smell?
A'Nan had somehow run off to the kitchen and stopped snuggling with him. Strange. What on earth was that smell?
Forget it. He wouldn't think about it. He'd just lie down and enjoy himself while waiting for the food.
When Lin Yun'er came out carrying the food, she glanced at the shoes on Jiang Siming's feet and immediately burst out laughing.
"Oppa, take off your slippers and go wash your feet in the bathroom," Lin Yun'er said to Jiang Siming.
"What's wrong?" Jiang Siming asked in confusion.
Lin Yun'er covered her mouth and giggled. "Half an hour before you came back, A'Nan peed on your slippers. I haven't had time to wash them yet."
Jiang Siming's face darkened instantly. Damn, no wonder the smell was so strong!
He hurriedly took off the slippers and ran barefoot into the bathroom to wash his feet.
"A'Nan, you little rascal! Peeing wherever you want! Just wait until I come out and smack your butt!"
Even from inside the bathroom, Jiang Siming didn't forget to shout at A'Nan.
Lin Yun'er laughed so hard her stomach hurt. Not only did she refuse to help Jiang Siming, but she even helped A'Nan, the "culprit."
"Go hide in your cat bed. Don't let Oppa find