"Honey," Mu Xingfeng rushed over in a few steps and hugged the girl from behind again, "Honey, if you don't like it, your husband will keep his distance from them. Don't be upset, okay?"
Your husband really feels heartbroken when you're like this. You are your husband's life. He can give you even his life. What else can't he do for you? Just say it, and your husband will give it to you.
Mu Xingfeng wasn't good at expressing himself; he just didn't want to see her unhappy. He wanted to give her the best and make her happy.
An Ran suddenly froze there. She always thought Wang Xia and Hairong were different in Mu Xingfeng's heart, after all, they were entrusted by comrades, and he watched Hairong grow up.
She even thought about the day she'd face Hairong and her son, wondering which side Mu Xingfeng would take if Hairong behaved unreasonably like last time at the villa in the Imperial City, falsely accusing her. Would Mu Xingfeng believe Hairong or trust her like last time?
