"I thought someone was thinking of me," Bai Nuanxi murmured as she rubbed her nose. She had every reason to believe that someone had a soft spot for her—after all, she was adored by all.
It was impossible not to be liked.
Huo Muchen remarked, "You're overthinking."
"Huh?" Bai Nuanxi raised an eyebrow. What if her husband had suddenly turned indifferent? "Are you mocking me? Do you believe I won't punch your son?" Bai Nuanxi placed a hand on her belly, her expression both playful and teasing as she looked at Huo Muchen.
Huo Muchen: "…"
"Don't be ridiculous. It's nothing serious. Someone must be thinking of you."
"Ha, I knew it." With the answer she had longed for, Bai Nuanxi felt even more elated than if she had triumphed over Bai Jia'an.
"Yes, you guessed correctly…"
