"Knock, knock—"
Mo Yuan's tone was indifferent, "Who is it?"
"It's me."
Through the door, Mo Yu's voice came in.
Mo Yuan frowned, "Come in."
Outside the door, Mo Yu gave a self-deprecating smile.
To have to get permission to enter her own husband's study was truly laughable.
Concealing the emotions on her face, she turned the doorknob and pushed the door open.
"Haven't finished with the documents yet?" Seeing the pile of documents on the desk, Mo Yu asked with concern.
Mo Yuan said, "Almost done."
"Won't you come back to the bedroom tonight?" Mo Yu asked softly.
Avoiding her question, Mo Yuan said, "You go back and rest first."
Mo Yu's expression gradually grew dim, and after hesitating for a moment, she spoke in a hoarse voice, "Mo Yuan, I've always been puzzled, why can you show a pleasant face to strangers, yet be so cold to me?"
Mo Yuan didn't understand the meaning of her words and raised his eyebrows, "What are you talking about?"
