The most frightening part was the stillness in the room.
Nian Xiaomu sat stumped on the sofa and maintained that same position for a very long time.
Her two eyes were wide open; she seemed to be suspecting that she had a suffered an auditory hallucination.
He said that he had not sent her any flowers or chocolate…
In that case, who was the one who had gifted that stuff?
Nian Xiaomu took a glance at Yu Yuehan, who was sitting across from her. As a layer of haze hovered over his handsome face, it was very evident that he was pondering over the same question as well.
Judging from the gaze that he shot toward her, it was as if he had been cuckolded by his wife, yet she still had the cheek to return home in a cocky manner.
Nian Xiaomu: "…!"
Nian Xiaomu very badly wanted to give herself two tight slaps now!
