Why are you so fickle? Did I speak too harshly to my husband just now? Is he unhappy?

"Look at my mouth," Zhou Rui thought to himself, slapping his own foul mouth.

He Muchen looked at Zhou Rui, who was slapping his mouth. Had this guy gone crazy again?

After they leave, we'll get him checked by a psychiatrist to examine his brain; we can't let his condition worsen.

Firefighters arrived and called out from outside, "Are you alright, people inside? We're coming to rescue you, we'll be there soon, don't be afraid."

The elevator doors opened, and a firefighter stretched out his hand: "Young man, put your hand over, I'll pull you up."

Zhou Rui stretched out his hand, but he was too short to reach it, so He Muchen simply grabbed his waist from behind and lifted Zhou Rui up.

Zhou Rui screamed in fright, making He Muchen's ears ache. He Muchen muttered impatiently behind him:

"Stop yelling, it's too embarrassing. People will think I did something to you."

This caused the firefighters above to burst into laughter, and Zhou Rui blushed and shut his mouth.

He was lifted up by He Muchen, and only by hooking his hand with the firefighter's hand could he successfully climb out.

Zhou Rui, blushing, climbed out and stood next to the firefighter. He watched as He Muchen reached out and touched the firefighter's hand, making his face turn even redder, like a boiled shrimp.

The thought of being lifted up by He Muchen to reach her, and then standing there awkwardly watching him get rescued, truly proved the saying that comparisons are odious.

Seeing Zhou Rui blushing, He Muchen quickly stepped forward to show his concern:

"Why is your face so red? Are you feeling unwell again? Let's go upstairs and check on you."

After saying that, she took Zhou Rui's hand, said "Thank you" to the firefighter, and then disappeared from the firefighter's sight.