Tang Zhiluo forced a smile, "He asked me to live with him."
Tang Zhixian smiled, "That's right. You two are husband and wife; living separately for a long time isn't acceptable."
"Mm, sister, I know."
"Is your relationship stable now?" Tang Zhixian asked while looking at the purplish-red hickey on her neck.
Tang Zhiluo's face turned slightly red, and she covered it with her hair, "Mm, quite stable."
At this moment, Mo Xun walked out of the room wearing a black shirt and trousers, tall and handsome, dignified and charming.
They were overheard by him again.
Tang Zhiluo felt greatly embarrassed, glanced at him, then quickly looked away.
Mo Xun slightly curled his lips, came over and sat down, "What were you just talking about?"
"Oh, I was asking Zhiluo how her relationship with you has been lately," Tang Zhixian smiled.
Mo Xun leisurely tore a piece of bread, looked at Tang Zhiluo, "What did you say?"
His gaze was profoundly meaningful.