Not That I Mind Your Saliva

Wen Xinya sniggered, seeing Ning Shuqian in a mess. From the back, as Wen Xinya watched Wen Haowen, suppressing the fury which filled him, fleeing with Ning Shuqian, and as she listened to the discussions from the surroundings, with fingers pointing to Ning Shuqian, her heart was hard as steel.

Ning Shuqian, this is just the beginning—are you ready?

Nevertheless, this time, credit went to Si Yiyan—seemed like she would have to thank Si Yiyan properly.

She was in the middle of her thoughts when a conversation entered her ears.

"Old Sun, what the heck are you doing—if I remember correctly, your wife's birthday seems to fall in December, and you're holding a make-up celebration for last year's birthday—are you sure you're okay?"