This call of "wife" made Qiao Ruoxin feel warm inside.
Her lips unconsciously curved upward, "That's more like it. Now that you have a wife, you can share your troubles with me, right?"
Mo Chen laughed out loud, holding her tighter, "Okay."
"Do you have time now, my dear husband? Can you accompany your wife and child for a walk?" she teased, aiming to lighten the mood.
The man let go of her, his long fingers gently brushed her nose, "Of course, I have time to accompany my wife and child. Let's go."
He held Qiao Ruoxin's hand, frowning, "Why are your hands still so cold?"
"Born this way, nothing I can do..." she said somewhat helplessly, then leaned her head on the man's shoulder.
The two of them walked in the estate, their tall and short shadows stretching long, which was somehow romantic.
Suddenly, a man approached, seemingly one of the private detectives.
"Mr. Mo, there's one thing I'd like to ask you about."
As Mo Chen held Qiao Ruoxin's hand, he responded, "Hmm?"