Feng Jingxuan...
A flicker of dissatisfaction flashed in Song Chuxue's eyes. She had barely managed to coax Feng Jingxuan to accompany her to see furniture, only for him to leave due to a sudden matter.
She felt that Feng Jingxuan didn't truly consider her at all.
If he really cared about her, how could he not even spare the time to accompany her?
This incident really struck a chord in Song Chuxue's heart, and she huffed, "We've been apart for a while, he'll come pick me up soon. Don't forget, Jingxuan is my husband, why are you asking about him?"
Nan Xia replied coldly, "Is that so? I thought he had abandoned you. If he's still here, you still need to play the dutiful wife and good mother in front of him."
"Song Chuxue, aren't you tired of this?"
The coldness in the woman's eyes was almost painful for Song Chuxue.
How could she not be tired?