"Honey, but isn't it rare for you to have some time to spend with me today? Don't you really want to go out with me?" Zhao Xiaoming's face was somewhat embarrassed, but Li Lingling still explained gently:
"You're overthinking it. There's nothing like that. I've just been a bit busy recently. Besides, I work hard for the sake of our home too. Hubby, don't think too much. It's perfectly fine for the two of us to live well together."
As Li Lingling was explaining to Zhao Xiaoming, her phone suddenly rang again, but it was as if she sensed something in her heart, so she didn't look at the phone right away in front of Zhao Xiaoming, pretending she didn't know she received a message.
But Zhao Xiaoming noticed everything. It was as if doubts were starting to form in his mind too, and he kept staring at Li Lingling's phone on the table:
"Wife, since you don't feel like going out, then let's not go out. Aren't you going to check who sent you the message now?"
