"Hmm." An Ziqi nodded.
Once the door closed, the smile on Xiao Moli's face faded.
Some ten minutes later, in the café at the top of the Westin building.
Xiao Moli sat at the table, his eyes slightly downcast, his slender fingers lightly drumming on the table surface.
"I'm curious to know why you always seek out my wife, Mr. Simon?"
"Xiao Moli, do you think An Ziqi will still marry you if she knows certain things?"
Simon looked at him and said it in a very calm manner.
Xiao Moli looked at him. He was certain that the matters of the past were buried and no one could dig up any connection to Ningning.
Although he had no idea what Simon had discovered, the feeling of his wife constantly being on another man's mind was unpleasant.
"She is already Mrs. Xiao."
"There are things she has every right to know," Simon replied with a smirk.
"This is a matter between her and me. It has nothing to do with you."
