Ning Xiaofei turned her face, and as the light above dimmed, the man's silhouette, carrying a strong aura, pressed down on her.
His back to the light, his face and expression appeared somewhat obscure in the dimness, sending an involuntary chill down her spine.
"Hus... Husband, actually I... I didn't want to leave..."
"Is that so?"
Mu Tianye bit these two words heavily, clearly with a questioning tone.
"Really, if you don't believe me, look..." Ning Xiaofei quickly pulled up her call log and presented it to him, "The phone call at the top, that's our teacher's new number. If you don't believe me, you can call and ask."
She lifted her face, tried to look agreeable, holding up the phone... her little face was a picture of innocence.
The wretched girl, truly not giving up until faced with the coffin.
Mu Tianye's eyes narrowed slightly, then he raised his left hand, and Ning Xiaofei's eyes twitched abruptly — he... he was really calling?
"That..."
