When Yue Jiaojiao heard the voice, she turned her head and looked over. The corners of her lips curled up slightly. With a gentle tilt of her head, she hummed.
At this moment, there was no one on the street.
They were standing at the intersection of a dead end.
Zhao Zhan looked at Yue Jiaojiao's face and his dry throat quickly gulped. The scorching heat in his eyes seemed to want to wrap around the tip of his heart.
Seeing that he did not speak for a long time, Yue Jiaojiao laughed. "Don't worry, I promise I didn't hear what Doctor Zhou said about you today.
"But didn't you say that I'll always be your wife? Why did you think that there's something wrong with your body and want to see a doctor without telling me?
"Zhao Zhan, you've learned naughty things. You're starting to hide things from me."
The way she spoke was cunning and intelligent, confusing people without them knowing.
