Han Si Que had been at the border for many years and had long formed a habit. Without his command, no one dared to enter his bedroom.
So when he saw Mrs. Qin sitting there, he instinctively frowned, "What are you doing here?"
Upon hearing the questioning, Mrs. Qin felt as if her heart was being cut by a knife, and laughed in extreme anger, "What am I doing here? May I ask, husband, can I not be here? Or do you wish to see someone else waiting here for you?"
