Number 18

Her pretty face turned cold as she fell out with Zhuang Long. She replied, "No matter how busy Bruce and I are, we will find time to bring him out to play."

"It definitely won't be like before. We've been married for six years and haven't gone out together once."

Zhuang Long was speechless at Xiao Li's sarcasm.

He was the one in the wrong.

He waved his hand irritably and said, "Leave. I don't want to see you."

Xiao Li turned around and left.

When she walked to the dining room, she thought of something and suddenly turned around. She looked at Zhuang Long's back and said, "It's almost the 18th."

The day after tomorrow was the 18th.

Zhuang Long turned around with a confused expression. He asked Xiao Li, "What happens on the 18th?"

Xiao Li opened her mouth with a complicated expression. "Nothing." She shook her head, clearly not wanting to say more.