"Let go, my wife is coming."
Su Weifeng quickly pushed Zhou Xiaoshu away.
Zhou Xiaoshu immediately let go of Su Weifeng and, like a startled little rabbit, jumped up.
Upon seeing Qiao Yushan, her face turned pale in an instant, and she was tongue-tied, unable to utter a word.
Qiao Yushan narrowed her eyes and glanced at Zhou Xiaoshu, immediately recognizing the young girl as the writer who had visited her home that day.
Then she said to Su Weifeng, "So you ran off to the provincial city without even telling me."
Su Weifeng replied awkwardly, "I was in a hurry to get things done here. Knowing that you are also busy with work, I didn't come to see you. Today I've almost finished my tasks, so I was thinking of looking for you this evening."
Qiao Yushan responded indifferently, "Really? Don't overwork yourself, take care of your health."
After speaking, Qiao Yushan went straight inside.
Zhu Xiaoxuan said to Su Weifeng, "Mr. Su, I'll go over and accompany your wife first."
