At night, Ning Qing sat in the living room in a daze.
Nian Lie returned in wet clothes.
When he saw her in the living room, he was a little surprised.
Ning Qing was also surprised. As he ignored her, she stood up and said, "Is it raining?"
Nian Lie stopped in his tracks when he passed by her. He turned around, his gaze dark.
"It's raining so heavily. Can't you hear it, Madam Nian?"
Ning Qing's face turned pale.
"Or are you so engrossed in your thoughts that you didn't hear me?"
Ning Qing clenched her fists. "…No."
She was so calm and obedient, unlike her yesterday.
Was it because she was so sad about the man who had been waiting outside for the entire day that she could not even be angry at him?
Nian Lie's face turned cold as he mocked, "Who are you so lost for? Ning Qing, you can't possibly say that it's because of me."
Ning Qing opened her mouth and was speechless.
