Once he hung up, Qiaoqiao, who had just put down her spoon, looked at him.
"Amo, I've noticed that under my influence, you've come to lie more and more. You could have simply told Auntie Wu that we were going out for dinner tonight. There's no actual activity."
"It seems like being with you has gotten me into the habit of lying."
He recalled how in the past, they had conflict because of his lies.
And it was quite unpleasant. At that time, she almost lost faith in their marriage.
Now, even he, who used to despise lies, has gotten used to telling little white lies in life.
Of course, all of them were harmless.
The current state of their marriage was indeed harmonious and satisfying.
Qiao Xiaon'an's mood lifted, and in her happiness, she ate an extra bowl of rice.
Seeing her eat so much, Yun Mo frowned and shook his head, "You eat so much, yet you never gain weight?"
"Do you want me to get fat?"
"You're too thin. There's no meatiness to touch."
