Mu Jingxi's handsome face was dark, his thin lips tightly pressed into a line. He switched to calling Song Yunchi.
"Hello?"
"Where's Qiaoqiao?"
Song Yunchi found it amusing. His wife was missing, and he was asking him?
"Jingxi, you're asking me where your wife is?"
"Don't play dumb with me. Isn't Qiaoqiao having dinner at the Lu Family tonight?"
Lying on the sofa, Song Yunchi bent one long leg, feeling somewhat pleased. He was driven to sleep on the study's sofa, yet knowing someone couldn't even find their wife made him feel slightly better.
Indeed, when you're miserable, seeing someone more miserable can strangely lift your spirits.
"Qiao Xiao'an did have dinner at the Lu Family, but after that, I don't know where she went with my brother-in-law."
With Lu Yin?
Mu Jingxi's cold eyes narrowed dangerously. So late, and she hadn't come home. Where did she go with Lu Yin?
She wasn't answering her phone. What on earth was she up to?
