Chen Xiaoyi's heart suddenly shivered at her words.
No doubt. Chen's mother knows everything, all of it.
Chen's mother had intercepted and printed out the online news in advance, and that paper symbolizing guilt was thrown on the table in front of her son: "Look, see for yourself! Can you refute me with a word? Are you going to tell me that you and her are merely pretending to be a loving couple while genuinely not getting along in private?"
"No, that's not the case—" Of course, Chen Xiaoyi couldn't say false things to smear his wife; their relationship was always good after marriage, without any discord.
"If not, then what reason do you have? Don't hide behind professional jargon. Let me tell you, I took her to the hospital, and the doctor said she is perfectly healthy. Naturally, the problem couldn't be with you. Who should I blame for this? You! Tell me!" Chen's mother pressed aggressively, pushing Chen Xiaoyi to the roots of the issue.
