"Do you know that Young Master Xiang?"
On the way back, Longyue thought of Young Master Xiang and felt that there was something wrong with the way that person looked at her husband. Both parties addressed each other as brothers, but from their expressions, they seemed distant.
Li Qingmu drummed gently on the wooden board beside him without saying a word.
Seeing him like this, Longyue knew that he was hiding something from her. She said angrily, "It's fine if you don't tell me. Hmph!"
Li Qingmu lowered his head and looked intently at her. He said softly, "I will talk to you tonight."
"Why tonight?"
She was a little baffled, but the other party smiled and did not say anything.
It was already afternoon when they returned home. There was some leftover food at home, but Longyue and the others had already stuffed themselves with buns and were not hungry. They pecked at the leftovers.
"Mom."
