He Probably Had A Mistress

Han Qing straightened her back suddenly, her two narrow eyebrows wrinkled in a sorrowful way and her eyes filled with doubts.

"You mean..." She looked at her daughter with her mouth wide open in surprise, as if she couldn't believe it.

"Not once in recent months?"

Han Xue's mood has dropped to the lowest. Even with exquisite makeup, she still looked bad and embarrassed.

"No..." She shook her head helplessly, never once.

"How is it possible?" Han Qing exclaimed, with a pair of eyes wide open as if her eyeballs were about to fall out. "He's only in his thirties, how can he..."

"It's true, mom..." Han Xue forced a smile helplessly, which was stiff and bitter. She sighed and said, "Since I moved in this castle, he has come back home less and less. Even if he comes back, he would sleep with his daughter rather than sleep in our room."