Lin Suisui was a little confused by Zhou Ningqian's question and froze for a moment before she asked curiously, "Why don't you ask Mr. Song about this?"
As far as she knew, no matter how busy Song Minghui was, he would visit Zhou Ningqian every day.
Wouldn't it be better to ask him about these things? Why did she have to beat around the bush and look for her?
"Ask Mr. Song?" Zhou Ningqian looked up with a puzzled expression. "Can I ask him such a thing?"
"Why not?" Lin Suisui was puzzled.
"I've asked my husband about this before, but he's unwilling to tell me more about it." Zhou Ningqian lowered her eyes slightly. After a long time, she said dejectedly, "Besides, there are some things that will just make everyone unhappy if we talk about them."
Zhou Ningqian didn't explain further, but Lin Suisui could understand her helplessness.
