At that moment, Lin Yi caressed Han Xuewei's head, straightening her hair, just as Mo Jihua stepped out of the classroom door. He had barely reached the hallway when he witnessed this scene, his gaze colliding with Lin Yi's in an instant.
Lin Yi, upon seeing Mo Jihua, simply curved his lips and said, "Thank you, Teacher Mo, for taking such good care of my wife recently. How about we all grab lunch together later?"
Lin Yi spoke calmly while Han Xuewei immediately frowned, feeling that Lin Yi might be stirring up trouble. She really didn't want to cause any waves at school, given how much the people there loved to gossip.
She didn't want her personal life to become fodder for others' dinner conversations, so she tugged at Lin Yi's sleeve.
At this, Lin Yi gently touched her hand and took hold of it, turning his gaze towards Mo Jihua.
His little expression seemed to say: Even if you do like her, it's useless, she is my wife, and only I can hug her, kiss her, and hold her hand.
