"... Is it very interesting?"
Seeing that Mo Chu's gaze was still on the love letter, Ning Yiyuan was a little unhappy.
A dignified seven-foot iron-blooded man was now like a big dog with a drooping head and drooping ears, looking awkward and depressed.
"That's enough." Mo Chu turned around and saw Ning Yiyuan's expression. She could not help but laugh and gently pushed him. "This is probably a joke, don't take it seriously!"
She was already married to Ning Yiyuan, and their child was already two or three years old. Why would someone still write her a love letter?
It was most likely written for fun!
Mo Chu did not mind, but Ning Yiyuan did. He could not help but size up his dainty little wife.
To be honest, when other women got married and became mothers, they would not be as beautiful as they used to be. Mo Chu was the opposite.
