"Really?" Tang Yue looked skeptical.
Meng Siyu nodded assertively and replied, "Truer than true gold."
At the end, Meng Siyu added, "Wife, if you don't trust me, don't you trust your own charm?"
Meng Siyu handed her the notebook with a smile on his face, the adoration in his eyes contrasted sharply with his cold, handsome face.
Tang Yue turned to look at him; he looked so abstinent, yet he gazed at her with such doting eyes, making Tang Yue involuntarily swoon—her husband was really handsome, so handsome!
Tang Yue didn't mention this to Mo Xiaoyu, feeling that Yao Shishi was just a passerby, like two lines running parallel without intersection. A little jealousy was necessary, but too much would be inappropriate.
Tang Yue was aware of this, so she didn't say anything.
However, Mo Xiaoyu found out when they were about to get off the train.
Helplessly, Yao Shishi's way of running and calling out 'benefactor' made it impossible for Mo Xiaoyu not to notice.
