Zhan Moxiao sighed slightly, "Don't you trust what your husband says?"
Baili Mu's behavior today made him feel a subtle unease; in the past, he would have scorned any rival, but now, because of the flaws in their marriage, there was always a hint of panic in his heart.
It's like a flourishing tree suddenly grew aphids on its trunk; though these aphids didn't pose any threat to the tree at the moment, it still bred animosity in one's heart, always fearing they'd grow and eventually harm the tree's health.
The presence of aphids itself was already unsettling, so he was even more unwilling to endure any external wind and rain. He just wanted to find a way to remove these aphids and restore the tree to its perfect health.
Seeing Zhan Moxiao's expression, Ou Lan suddenly felt a pang of sympathy for him. How could a man like him have moments of insecurity? She felt his inner turmoil.
