Lin Xiangwan looked at the man walking back to the house with curiosity. His entire face was dark, and when he saw her, he sported a look of provocation and anger.
His deep-set eyes, obviously upset, were rather intimidating.
"What's wrong?" Lin Xiangwan took his jacket from him. "You don't seem very happy."
Did she do something to upset him?
He had been falsely accusing her before, unconvinced by her lack of physical fitness, blaming her for her low body fluid levels and resulting constipation.
She hadn't said anything.
What was wrong with her?
She slept well, ate well, and was generally in a good mood.
Of course, except for his nightly disturbances that interrupted her sleep.
Thinking about it, she must be the one who should be angry. He was accusing her unjustly, what right did he have to be angry?
Qin Muchuan, looking unhappy, turned his cheek and sat down on the couch.
