After shouting, Su Qi didn't dare to look at Jiang Zuo. Hiding in the car, she asked, "Senior Sister, how did my husband react?"
Jingyue replied nonchalantly, "He was very calm. So calm I thought he didn't even hear you. This means one of two things: either he already knew, or he doesn't believe you at all.
You pouty little thing. He probably thinks you're an idiot."
Suddenly, Jingyue added, "Wait, you're not pouting at all now. When did you become such a blissful young wife?"
Su Qi said calmly, "This is how it should be, okay? We've always had a great relationship. It's been great for almost ten years now."
"That's true. But what on earth did you see in him back then?"
"Well, do I need a reason? All that matters is that I like him. Senior Sister, a single Saintess wouldn't understand this kind of feeling," Su Qi said, twirling her hair and fiddling with her hairband.
"..."
Then, Jingyue asked curiously, "What's that in your hair? It's really pretty."
