Li Lingling felt she was on the verge of collapsing from the tension infecting her this very moment. In such an anxious ambiance, Li Lingling could even hear her own heartbeat, threatening to burst out of her chest.
For the time being, Li Lingling had managed to keep Zhao Xiaoming from suspecting anything, then she anxiously and frantically glanced over at Chen An's position.
Unexpectedly, Chen An had smartly crawled under the sink, with his head and body crouching down below; from this angle, it really did look like he was fixing something.
Li Lingling's previously tense emotions instantly relaxed at this moment—if Chen An hadn't been so clever, not even yanking up his pants in desperate haste would have helped.
With the danger seemingly averted, Li Lingling quietly breathed a sigh of relief, then watched as her husband, Zhao Xiaoming, walked towards the toilet.
