"It seems you won't listen."
Her eyes showed a trace of disappointment but still held a hint of gentleness.
The person leisurely replied, "I only listen to my wife."
An Hou's exceedingly beautiful face stiffened, and as the words reached her ears, her thoughts involuntarily wandered.
The warmth that once brushed by her lips and the faint pain in her chest brought a sense of betrayal that surged up her spine.
She quickly suppressed it without showing a sign.
Once she regained her composure, she said slowly:
"It seems that you regard the Sword Armor as your wife."
Chen Yi did not deny it.
Not to mention this time, even during her last discreet visit to his residence, from his interactions with Zhou Yitang, she could guess a thing or two.
Combining the hints and this very invitation that brought Zhou Yitang to a private banquet…
She could completely determine the nature of their relationship.
