Viola looked at Wesley's actions and did not reply.
Wesley heaved a sigh.
As an important figure in the black market, Wesley only had a sorry face. He confessed, "To be honest, Mrs. Hobson, my wife is very strict. Since we had a child, I have not been allowed to smoke or drink. If she found out, I would be in trouble when I went back.
But ... I believe that Mrs. Hobson also knows, in our industry, how can we not smoke? It is even more impossible to drink during social gatherings, so I only dare to be quiet every time.
Before I go back at night, I gotta take a bath outside and remove the smell from my body."
Wesley sighed as he spoke, and his smile was a little awkward.
Viola noticed that although Wesley was complaining, there was light in his eyes. Obviously, he felt that it was a happy thing to be controlled by his wife.
When Viola saw Wesley's expression, she couldn't help but think of her husband Ormand.