Various motions flashed past Xu Jiamu’s eyes as he stared at her. After a few seconds, he replied coldly, "Aren't you married? Why don't you get your husband instead?"
Song Xiangsi paled, and lowered her eyes in silence.
Xu Jiamu couldn't explain his anger, his words incredibly harsh. "Why, you don't want him to know that you married a man much older than you are, or that you are now the step-mother of two children? Are you worried that he'll be so disappointed he won't rest in peace?"
She bit her lips, she hung her head lower, and even her shoulders began to slouch.
Xu Jiamu stared at the tip of her head, his eyes brightening slightly before he finally gave up. In a tone less cold than before, he said, "Let's go."
She lifted her head in shock.
Xu Jiamu remained silent. Grabbing her hand, he pulled her towards her father's ward. When they were about to reach it, he remembered about her swollen foot, and his strides slowed down.
