She simply lay flat, too lazy to even look at him.
Xiao Yuchuan stood on the chair, turning his head to stare at her expressionless face. He didn't need to guess to know that his wife was definitely cursing him in her heart and wouldn't stop him.
"Wife, you're really ruthless. Your husband is about to go now, and you actually remain indifferent." His handsome face filled with sorrow. "Don't you love me anymore? Don't you really love me anymore?"
Su Qingyue listened to his mournful voice, as if someone had died, suppressing the urge to laugh. She turned over and didn't even look at him.
