Startled, Lin Mubai quickly wrapped his arms around her waist from behind: "Wife, wife, don't be impulsive, let's talk, let's talk."
As Lin Mubai spoke, he hurriedly turned her around to face him, filled with a sense of helplessness, a feeling he rarely experienced. In just this short year, he knew he had changed a lot for this woman, but he also understood that it was all his willing choice.
"Are you going or not, going or not?"
"Wife." Young Master Lin's tone began to sound pleading.
The more he pleaded, the more An Nan felt aggrieved. She secretly glanced at the couples in the crowd and became increasingly dissatisfied with the man in front of her. At first, she hadn't thought much about it, but being among these people, watching the interactions between other couples, she suddenly felt that she and this man seemed to have never truly dated. It seemed like he had been in control from the beginning, from their marriage to many things afterward.
