Her fingers slid across the screen, "What's wrong with me speaking ill of you?"
Jin Muchen glanced at the message that popped up, the corners of his mouth curling into a smile, "It doesn't matter, whatever my wife does is right."
Su Qiqi: "Smooth talker."
As Jin Muchen was texting, Qin Xiao knocked on the door to remind him, "President Jin, the meeting time is approaching."
Jin Muchen sent his last message, grabbed his coat, and left, "Hmm."
He was visiting the doctor today, so he wore casual clothing: a pair of casual trousers with a black short-sleeved shirt—a simple outfit, yet it could not hide his handsome figure.
If Su Qiqi were here, she would undoubtedly be enamored.
Su Qiqi curled up with her phone, the chat window still open.
Jin Muchen: "Isn't this a love token?"
What should she say? Su Qiqi thought for a long time and responded with an emoji.
