Before Mu Zigu could ask, Xiao Yiqing said with a hint of joy, "Brother Zigu, I have a best friend and we have known each other since we were young. No matter when I am happy or sad, she always supports me and accompanies me. There was a time when I made a very big mistake and hurt her deeply. I thought I would lose her forever, but now I know she never hated me and always cared about me."
The more he listened to his wife's words, the more confused Mu Zigu became. The way his wife talks about her best friend sounds like a lover instead. The thought that his wife might already have someone she loved set off alarms in his heart.
He hugged his wife tighter and asked carefully, "Qingqing, your friend...did he write that letter?"
Xiao Yiqing nodded, not knowing that her husband thought her friend was a man and asked, "Brother Zigu, do you want to read the letter?"