An Ziqi heard his words, but she didn't believe them at all.
She clearly heard him talking on the phone with Xiao Chen that night, saying there was no way—how could there suddenly be a solution so soon?
"You're lying to me, Xiao Moli. Let me go. I don't want to become a monster who only hurts others."
"We've been married for so many years; when have I ever lied to you? Xiao Chen will come to check on you shortly, you can ask him yourself."
Xiao Moli, mindful of her injuries, didn't dare to hold her tightly but could only wrap his arms loosely around her.
Fortunately, the door opened just at this moment, and Xiao Chen walked in.
Seeing the two of them, he raised an eyebrow and teased, "Did I come at the wrong time? Do I need to step out for a while and give you both some space for deeper communication?"
Upon hearing those four deliberately emphasized words "deeper communication," An Ziqi couldn't care less about feeling shy anymore and anxiously looked at Xiao to ask.
