Feng Ling didn't react at first. A few seconds later, she understood what he meant.
She said gloomily, "I'm not married to you. It's not appropriate to call you that."
Li Nanheng sneered. "You're really stubborn."
However, even if Li Nanheng wanted to tell her that Feng Ling had married him three years ago, the untimely cry in her stomach interrupted his plan to immediately acknowledge her as his wife.
After all, she needed to eat.
"How long has it been since you ate?"
"Not too long ago. Maybe it was noon? Or maybe I was too busy in the morning and forgot." In fact, Feng Ling had only eaten once in the morning and hadn't eaten much since then. She didn't have much appetite, and because of her period, she didn't feel well. She was too busy with the assessment today and didn't want to eat anything.
She didn't expect that such an embarrassing thing would happen to her. She was chatting with Li Nanheng, and her stomach was rumbling…