They left the hospital.
After getting into the car, Qiao Mianmian was very quiet.
"What's wrong? Are you in a bad mood?" Mo Yesi sensed her mood and reached out to pat her head. "You shouldn't have come. I can imagine what kind of words a person like her would say.
"You don't have to care about those things. Are you hungry? I know a good place. Shall I bring you out for supper now?"
Sensing that she was a little down, Mo Yesi comforted her gently.
Qiao Mianmian turned to look at him. "I'm not in a bad mood. I didn't take Qiao Anxin's words to heart. I knew from the start that she wouldn't say anything nice to me."
"But I think you're in a bad mood." Mo Yesi tidied the loose hair on her forehead and stared at her with his deep black eyes. "I believe my gut feeling won't go wrong. You can tell me if anything is bothering you, don't keep it to yourself.
"Baby, I'm your husband. There's nothing you can't tell me."
