Xue Lin had a headache. Her heart also felt sore. She didn't like it when others were ogling her husband. She couldn't tell them to back off. But she couldn't just brush it off either. Realizing the jealousy inside her heart she was surprised. 'I never thought I was the possessive type.' She frowned deeply. 'This isn't good. If I cling onto him while not letting him do the same, that's hypocritical of me. I don't want him to be possessive of me. Then why should I act like that myself? We are equal, equal, equal…'
"Miss Xue Lin, are you alright?" Susu saw her expression and got worried.
Xue Lin's chain of thoughts broke. "Huh? Yeah, I'm fine." She handed her the picture. "I hope Xiao Rong won't find this photo. He might misunderstand it."
Susu took the photo and requested, "I know. I won't tell him. Let's keep it a secret between us."