"Is that your child? I couldn't tell that you were already married," the driver chatted with her.
"Yes, I got married early," Xing Ling presented herself as married to outsiders.
First, not everyone will understand you; second, she didn't want others to look at her with probing eyes.
"In this weather, your husband should come to pick up the child."
"He's busy, and I didn't know it would rain today."
Sitting in the back seat, Ye Sihan listened quietly, his breathing slightly rough from nervousness.
Admitting to strangers that she had a husband meant him, right?
It meant that he had a place in Xing Ling's heart.
This realization made the blood in his body come to life.
"Where are you from in China?" the driver asked.
"The capital."
"What a coincidence, my boss is also from the capital," the driver said.
"Ah, that is a coincidence," Xing Ling turned her head again to glance at the partition.