Overthinking it, Lin Heng's expression only deepened, but he changed the subject, "According to your early rising time and departure time, you were delayed for quite a while. Were you entangled by your little wife at home?"
Little wife? I might as well be a domineering CEO.
But Qin Yu had long found Lin Heng's sinister nature distasteful, and since she was certain he was playing dumb with her, she might as well play along with vigor. So with an air of self-satisfaction, she chuckled, "Not really, just some instructions, you know how women are, nagging about this and that, making the Prime Minister laugh."
Laugh? That's really not funny at all.
Lin Heng, a man with deeply scheming mind, never showing his happiness or anger, but hearing this person faking a man's voice, bragging about his "little wife", made him feel especially blocked up inside.
Especially since... in a sense, this person was his little wife.
Did she truly believe he didn't know her identity?
