Jing Taihe's brows were slightly furrowed, his fingers tapping lightly on the table, his mind seemingly preoccupied with thoughts, and for a long time he said nothing.
Hua Xiaomai was anxious and flustered, yet it wasn't fitting to rush him, so all she could do was secretly twist her thigh over and over again.
Brother, what more is there to consider? Your wife has spoken; why aren't you hurrying home with her—is this some kind of joke?
Moments passed, and finally, Jing Taihe began to speak at a leisurely pace, "I thought Chen Huosheng's visit yesterday was merely due to pressure from his aunt, an obligation he couldn't avoid, but unexpectedly, he turned up again today, this really..."
His words suddenly halted there, as if he were carefully choosing his next words, and after a long while, he continued, "It's indeed quite inappropriate!"
A wave of frustration almost choked Hua Xiaomai.
His sluggish pace was quite literally deathly irritating!
