The Knitted Sweater That He Saw

Xiamu Qingyan didn't hear Xirong Ziye's answer, so she asked again, "Ziye, are you still there?"

Xirong Ziye's expression froze as waves of loneliness rippled through his heart. He answered, "Yes, I am. How did you know that?"

Xiamu Qingyan could tell the apparent displeasure in Xirong Ziye's tone. Her heart trembled, and she hurriedly lowered her voice to reply in a soft voice, "I heard my girl friends talk about it today. They said that you have another villa in the White House and that you probably didn't want to bring me there. I refused to listen to them because I know that you treat me very well. Their words don't hurt me."

Hearing those gentle words, Xirong Ziye finally heaved a sigh of relief. He was worried that Xiamu Qingyan had found out about Bao Yaoyao.

After a while, he said, "Don't talk to those friends in the future. You'll become the First Lady very soon and will be different from them."