"You look pale. What happened?" Xi Zheng tossed his suit and tie onto the adjacent sofa chair and reached out to cup her face.
An Chuyu sighed and recounted Shen Qiang's exact words to him.
"Just because of this?" Xi Zheng's thumb gently soothed her furrowed brow, "It's the same old story, sooner or later, you can't hide something forever."
An Chuyu removed his hand, unable to improve her mood.
Hearing the aunt calling them for dinner, Xi Zheng held her hand and walked to the dining room.
An Chuyu complained, "There are artists in the circle who have been married with children for over a decade without being exposed. Why did it all come out when it was my turn? I need to reflect."
"Blaming me in a roundabout way?"
"Not at all."