Su Xiyue's icy words drifted through the bedroom, her frosty expression, and her bone-piercing words, all the signs indicated that Su Xiyue's mood was very bad.
Thinking about how she hadn't seen even a shadow of Ye Chen all day, and he hadn't even answered her calls, Su Xiyue's gaze grew increasingly unfriendly.
"Xiyue wife, are you angry?"
Ye Chen approached with a teasing smile and spoke sheepishly.
"Hmph."
Su Xiyue let out a cold snort, glanced at Ye Chen without a word, but her meaning was made very clear.
"Wife, I really didn't do it on purpose. Wang Ziyu came to me for something, and I just finished being busy right now. The mobile phone just happened to be out of battery."
Ye Chen coughed twice and casually made up a lie, while muttering to himself in his heart.
Brother, I'm sorry, but I can only drag you out to take the blame right now.