Qiao Yi's words were clearly meant in jest, feeling unreal, but...
Mu Yichen thought about last night and recalled the page she was reading, clearly seeing the Chinese characters, and the character names—obviously from a domestic romance novel, and a very melodramatic historical romance at that. He remembered her crying with swollen eyes and a hoarse throat, and his resentment towards the book grew even more.
"So, you're upset because of this?"
Qiao Yi still couldn't understand. This upset seemed unusually strange, right?
Wife chasing a novel, just that. Although she's a bit older now, it's not a big deal.
"What do you mean?"
Mu Yichen heard his tone as if it didn't matter, his words suddenly becoming aggressive.
Qiao Yi backed away cautiously, leaning his body back, stretching out his hand and gesturing emphatically: "No, I don't mean anything. I can't interfere in what's between you two. Check out the documents on the table first."
