Qiao Qiao didn't get out of the car for a long time was not because she was afraid of Shao Jingmo getting angry. She was just a little confused and had not completely adjusted her state of mind.
At this moment, Shao Jingmo took the initiative to coax her out of the car. His expression was still so gentle. Unknowingly, Qiao Qiao felt a little guilty. "Little Uncle, actually, you don't have to worry about me. Go in first."
Shao Jingmo looked down at her. "Don't worry about you?"
Qiao Qiao nodded. "I always get you into trouble."
"There's no trouble in my eyes. If I were your Little Uncle, I wouldn't have to care, but I have an even more important identity. This identity has to care about you," he said.
Qiao Qiao's reaction was slow for a moment. "What?"
Shao Jingmo enunciated every word. "Your husband."
