"So what?" Lin Mochen shrugged, "Just because she is your wife, doesn't mean that you are the only person in this whole wide world who has the rights to feed her."
"This soup is brought by me. So I am feeding her." Lin Mochen argued.
"I am her husband and I don't want any other man to feed her." Zhang Zhehan said sternly.
"Like I care." Lin Mochen rolled his eyes.
Li Xiaolu quietly looked at both of the men who were fighting with each other just for feeding her a bowl of soup. She sighed in frustration. She was so hungry and the soup was also getting cold. "Are you guys done?" she asked.
"Baby, look. This ugly guy is snatching my rights to feeding you." Zhang Zhehan complained.
Lin Mochen was offended. He glared at Zhang Zhehan and asked, "Who are you calling ugly? I am the most handsome guy in this whole country. Do you have any ideas on how many girls love me? Huh! An old man like you would never understand."