Bai Xue wanted to retort, but suddenly remembered her husband and looked back, only to see him staring at her with cold eyes. Bai Xue felt as if something heavy was hanging on her lips, unable to open them. She could only turn her head away, and an involuntary sadness welled up inside her, causing her nose to tingle.
Ye Ling was not in a good mood either and had lost her appetite. She simply took a bite of the rice in her bowl before getting up to clear the table. For a while, the house was silent, with only the sound of Ye Ling cleaning the table.
"Since when did it become serious?" Bai Xue sniffed and looked at her husband.
