"But husband,"
While Qin Yihan remained silent, Su Xiaoli couldn't help but purse her lips, lift her head, and look at him with those innocent big eyes, "Your acting is still quite good."
"Just now, when you pretended to be Qin Zimo, even I couldn't tell!"
Qin Yihan: "..."
The man rubbed his aching brow, momentarily at a loss as to how to explain in a way that would make her believe him.
Just then, Su Xiaoli's phone rang; it was Tang Luoluo calling.
"Xiaoli, are you okay?"
Tang Luoluo's voice on the phone was thick with mystery, "I regret it so much!"
"I have always thought you were naive and innocent, and I was afraid you couldn't handle the men in the club, so I never included you in this kind of part-time job of accompanying drinkers."
"It's because Chen Li had a sudden emergency and had to go to the hospital, that's why you were called in, but then you unexpectedly encountered your husband's own younger brother!"
"He didn't do anything to you, did he?"
