"I really didn't." If he could, Lin Mubai truly wanted to take his heart out and show it to the other person to prove his sincerity.
At this point, Lin Mubai's heart was becoming increasingly fatigued: "Wife, I admit she did pester me while we were in the United States, but I can assure you, I have never glanced at her, and what I've always wanted is never some beauty, but just you, my wife." After his words fell, Lin Mubai tightened his grip, as if fearing that the person in his arms would disappear if he let go.
At the same time, he also had a headache, not knowing what he needed to do to make his wife believe him.
"Really?" Actually, An Nan's face, turned away from the man behind her, already had a smile reaching her eyes, yet her voice remained calm, not revealing her emotions. As a result, the man behind her, tangled in his own troubles, failed to notice the smile on her face.
