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"Hehe—"
Mai Xiaomai laughed bitterly a few times but was unable to voice the reason; she had no choice but to say, "Just help me cancel this order, I really don't want the comb anymore."
"Alright. I'll ask Mr. Qiao."
"No need to ask him."
Mai Xiaomai hurriedly said.
"Why is that?"
Song Wenqing asked, puzzled.
"This…"
"Mrs. Qiao, is there some conflict between you and Mr. Qiao?"
From the perspective of a friend, Song Wenqing inquired, "Hence, you don't want the comb anymore?"
"Sort of."
"Mrs. Qiao, perhaps you have some misunderstanding about Mr. Qiao, but from the point of view of an outsider like me, he truly cherishes you as his wife. I've never seen him look at a woman with such tender eyes."
"Hehe—"
Mai Xiaomai laughed again but didn't know what to say.
She couldn't possibly tell outsiders that the reason Qiao Chutian was so good to her was simply that he wanted to recover soon and was just putting on an act.
