"I will try to come back early from now on," Long Xuanmo said with a heart full of tenderness, warmth, and a trace of self-reproach.
Yang Mengchen had grown accustomed to having Long Xuanmo by her side; whenever he was absent, she felt uneasy.
Long Xuanmo went to the restroom to wash up, and after finishing, he sat down by the bed, gently pulled his beloved wife into his arms, kissed her forehead as usual, and then reached out to caress her belly, greeting their babies.
"Today, Liao Zhiyan stopped me in the street, wanting to demand an explanation," Yang Mengchen said calmly, nestled in Long Xuanmo's arms.
In the depths of Long Xuanmo's deep eyes, a fierce killing intent lurked, "What if we kill her?" The Hidden Guard had sent him a secret report; he already knew what had happened on the streets.
Yang Mengchen was startled.
Wasn't this too quick? She hadn't even said anything yet. If Liao Zhiyan heard Wende say this, she would probably go mad with jealousy.