Qiao Duo'er repressed her own emotions, focusing on playing with the three children; as for Tan Zhenghong's concerns, she decided to wait until they were alone to discuss them.
It wasn't until that evening that Qiao Duo'er found an opportunity to be alone with Tan Zhenghong, typical of the headache that comes with having children.
"What's wrong with you?" Qiao Duo'er glanced at Tan Zhenghong.
He had always tried to hide his feelings, but he wasn't good at concealing them, making it easy for others to notice.
Alas, he had always thought he was doing a good job.
It would have been much better to speak honestly; otherwise, both of them would feel uncomfortable.
"It's nothing," Tan Zhenghong said, eyes downcast.
"Then let me guess, did Wang Yun come to you today?" Qiao Duo'er raised an eyebrow.
Tan Zhenghong was momentarily surprised but quickly became composed. They had just settled in Mansion City, and with so few relatives and friends, it was an easy guess.