"What's really bothering you?" Tantai Wanrong asked Ye Fan with concern.
Ye Fan opened his mouth to speak again, but found himself at a loss for words. Finally, he slightly turned his face away and sighed deeply.
This was an issue between him and his wife, Li Zhaojun. It was not appropriate to talk about it with just anyone, and he was not one to gossip, although he really wanted to confide in Tantai Wanrong.
Seeing Ye Fan's hesitant manner and his frustrated expression, Tantai Wanrong's heart tightened, and she felt a pang of sympathy for him.
She wanted to reach out and gently hold Ye Fan's hand to comfort him, but as she raised her hand, she immediately remembered that she had drawn a clear line with Ye Fan and could no longer make such affectionate gestures. She had to lower her hand.
"Just talk. Is there something you can't tell me?" Tantai Wanrong could only give a gentle smile and speak in a half-joking tone.