"Hubby, I'm now hungry. Let's go and eat. Let me think about how to tell you this, and we'll talk after dinner, okay?" Mu Huan pleaded with him.
"Okay." Bao Junyan had never forced his little wife into anything. She could tell him if she liked, but if she didn't, then it could wait until she trusted him enough to say it.
"Hubby, you're the best!" Mu Huan stood on tiptoe and gave him a kiss.
Her husband was really good to her, really good.
Seeing how the situation was unfolding, Long Feiting clenched his fists tightly.
Why was he still standing around? Why was he watching the scene unfold?
Just as he was about to go, Bao Junyan walked off with his arm around Mu Huan.
He looked at the intimate view of their backs disappearing.
He relaxed his hands and then clenched them tightly again.
In the car…
