"Miss Qiao is a guest..." Seeing his wife's smile, Ye Sichen’s hanging heart was relieved. Of course, he felt that there were still some things that needed to be explained clearly to his wife. He never liked any misunderstanding.
That sentence made Qiao Yunan's body obviously stiff, and the mask that she had been putting on was starting to crack. However, Ye Sichen did not pay much attention to her, so he never noticed.
Although Wen Ruoqing was paying attention to him from the corner of her eyes, she could clearly see Qiao Yunan's reaction.
"What about me?" Wen Ruoqing deliberately interrupted Ye Sichen's words and looked up at him.
"You are my wife, the young madam of the Ye family." How could Ye Sichen not understand her meaning? He reached out his hand and gently touched her nose. "Are you satisfied?"
"Yes.” Wen Ruoqing nodded and smiled very happily. How could she not be satisfied with Ye Si's cooperation?