Ning Ruixi lounged lazily in bed, her posture relaxed and elegant. After saying all that, she was too lazy to care about what Deng Ziyu would look like and put her eye mask back on, "I mind my own business. Don't drag me into your affairs. My husband and I have a good relationship. I love him very much. So those dirty issues you're worried about will never have anything to do with me."
Glancing at the figure that had already fallen asleep in the bed next to hers, recalling her seemingly gentle but actually the coldest demeanor when she softly called out "husband" on the phone, Deng Ziyu was truly at a loss.
Her mindset had been challenged like never before.
Could it be that Han Wu's affection was unrequited?
Then, what should she and Han Wu do?
Was she to continue to demean herself and let him trample all over her?
Indeed, in this world, the person who falls in love first is doomed to sadness.
By the time Ning Ruixi opened her eyes again, she was the only one left in the room.