"I wonder if Xiaojiu has eaten yet, she still hasn't come back and it's already so late." Mrs. Jiang's face drooped, her appetite waned.
"Ahan, your wife hasn't come back yet, aren't you worried?" Feng Yi seized the opportunity to join the conversation and tease him.
"You should know there are a lot of people eyeing your wife, if you don't keep a close watch, and she's gone, don't come crying."
Li Mochan glanced at him indifferently and suddenly felt a taste as dull as wax in his mouth, as if something was stuck in his chest, inexplicably feeling extremely uncomfortable.
The others covertly observed his reaction. Li Mochan looked down, his lowered eyelashes concealing the emotions in his eyes, making them impossible to probe.
Dinner passed quietly, with everyone subtly bringing up Ye Jiuliang.
Unable to stay in the living room, Li Mochan returned to his room early.
"Sigh."
