On that face, she could no longer see his usual affection and care, leaving Song Weiyi's heart in agony.
She silently stood up, followed behind Pei Yibai, and quietly uttered a low "Hmm."
When they left the restaurant, it was already half-past twelve.
Song Weiyi blankly watched the man who had his back to her. Right now, was he going home, or back to the office?
He never gave her an answer.
Having angered Pei Yibai today, Song Weiyi guessed he wouldn't go home with her. She pouted her lips, quickened her pace, and soon caught up to Pei Yibai's side.
"Husband..." Song Weiyi's voice was tiny, unintentionally tinged with guilt, and of course, a little bit of grievance.
She dared not show it too obviously.
"Hmm."
"I'm going back first. You go back to work," Song Weiyi said, her voice muffled, not looking at Pei Yibai's expression.
It was better to step back herself rather than be scolded by Pei Yibai, so at least she could save face.
