Luo Shuxiu returned home at a little past ten at night, which wasn't late.
Qian Xuan had been waiting for her on the spacious terrace in the villa's master living area; he was still very concerned about his wife.
He inquired about the details of his wife going to her parents' home to have dinner with her father, appearing very sensitive.
He specifically asked about Luo Shuxiu's contact with Liu Zhizhong, wondering what she thought about this roundabout gentleman, whether he looked decent and had a pleasant voice.
Luo Shuxiu, indifferent toward her perverse husband, gave perfunctory responses, sharing what she could and withholding what she couldn't.
Anyway, she had had a very fulfilling night, enriched by Liu Zhizhong, with peaks of experience and moments of being moved.
So, when it came to Liu Zhizhong, she said indifferently, "He's alright. Looks good and speaks well enough. Oh, right..."
Qian Xuan immediately became wary, "Right what? What happened?"
