He was worried about her.
How much did he have to care for someone to do this?
Even she couldn't do it.
She liked Mo Yesi.
But her feelings for him were far less than his.
Qiao Mianmian couldn't help but ask, "Mo Yesi, why are you so good to me?"
Mo Yesi actually didn't say anything about her. Instead, he replied seriously, "You're my wife, the woman I want to treasure for the rest of my life. If I don't treat you well, who should I treat well? Don't cry anymore. Do you want me to die of heartache?"
Qiao Mianmian almost cried.
Actually, the grievance was long gone.
But now that she saw Mo Yesi and heard what he said, she suddenly felt aggrieved.
She couldn't stop crying.
"Alright, it's all in the past." Mo Yesi hugged her tightly and said gently, "Don't think about those unhappy things anymore. Didn't Hubby come over to accompany you? Are you unhappy to see me?"
Qiao Mianmian sniffed. "Happy."
