Xiao Jinghuai had no interest in so-called beauties; every woman looked the same to him now. He just wanted to go home and hold his naturally fragrant wife.
However, when he saw the person walking in, he was slightly taken aback and proactively asked, "What are you doing here?"
Qiao Yu didn't expect that the person she had to accompany today would be Xiao Jinghuai. Suddenly, she felt utterly unbearable and wanted to rush out immediately, but he suddenly reached out and grabbed her, "Qiao Yu, I'm asking you a question, answer me—"
The woman held back her tears, forcefully shook off his hand, turned to face him, tears streaming down her face, "It's none of your business, Xiao Jinghuai. I have nothing to do with you now, whether I live or die has nothing to do with you. Go back and pamper your wife! Stop pretending to be kind here."
Xiao Jinghuai frowned. He really didn't plan to interfere, but who made her Song Song's younger sister—
