Even if Song Song were any more foolish, she could still tell whether the man was genuinely tired and eager to rest, or if he was avoiding the question.
Song Song followed behind the man, her delicate brows furrowed, and her small face showed no hint of joy, "Xiao Jinghuai, please make it clear, are you tired, or are you deliberately avoiding this question?"
"Why can't you ever consider things from my perspective? I'm really sad and upset. Can't you see that?"
"Or did you see it, but just want to ignore it?"
"..."
"Do you think any woman can tolerate her husband having feelings for another woman?"
"..."
Song Song wanted to say more, but Xiao Jinghuai suddenly turned around and looked at her seriously and intensely.
In the past, she would often avoid his aggressive and intimidating gaze, as she always thought it felt like a laser that could see right through her. That kind of transparency, where nothing was hidden, scared her.
