In the Lin Group president’s office for fifteen minutes, An Jiayou had already cleverly gone halfway and followed Han Xiayang to his office, so now only An Nan and Lin Mubai were left sitting face-to-face on the black leather sofa in the Lin Group president’s office.
At this mont, An Nan was quite blunt, sitting down while imdiately repeating the topic from the restaurant’s private room: "Tell , what’s really going on? Why is Mo Jinxuan here?"
While the other person talked, Lin Mubai subtly lifted his head to glance at the other person’s expression, and then quickly lowered his head, beginning to search rapidly in his mind: "Should I tell the truth now? Or should I ease things a bit and not say it so directly?"
Just as Lin Mubai was deeply conflicted, An Nan’s indifferent yet sowhat warning voice continued to reach his ears: "Lin Mubai, I’m warning you, think carefully before you speak, and if I find out later that you were lying, don’t bla for arguing unreasonably with you."
An Nan’s words made Lin Mubai’s heart skip a beat, and he suddenly had the answer. He decided he had to tell the truth; he understood this little woman’s temperant thoroughly. If she found out later that he was just lying, who knows how she would tornt him. Saying it now could at least lessen his bla.
In an instant, Lin Mubai lifted his handso features, his gaze pitifully fixed on the little woman in front of him, his voice full of pleading: "Wife, if I tell the truth, can you not get angry?"
An Nan’s lips curved into a smile that was not quite a smile: "You start by telling, whether or not I get angry is my problem."
"Um."
Feeling thwarted for a mont, Lin Mubai twisted internally, then quickly organized his words in his head and continued to explain: "Wife, last ti Mo Jinxuan sent you a text ssage."
"Why didn’t I see it?" An Nan directly seized upon the key point in his words.
Um, why? Lin Mubai really didn’t want to explain why, yet under the sharp gaze of the other, obediently spilled the truth: "You were asleep then, and I deleted the ssage."
An Nan imdiately understood at heart and also figured out the reason for the other’s actions; he was probably jealous. She couldn’t help but want to shake her head, was this man made from vinegar? All he knew was getting jealous.
Wanting to laugh inside, she still showed no sign of it on her face. She continued to interrogate the man before her: "What did the text ssage say?"
"He said he wanted to et with you." Saying this, Lin Mubai cautiously observed the expressions on her face, not wanting to miss a single detail.
"So you t with him?"
Lin Mubai continued to nod, and by this mont, An Nan didn’t know what she should say. She was sowhat angry at this man’s self-made decisions, yet she also knew he acted this way only because he cared about her. At this point, An Nan truly didn’t know whether she should be angry or what she should feel.
While she was filled with mixed emotions, Lin Mubai was carefully observing her, aware that his wife’s eyes didn’t show too much anger. He then cautiously spoke, pleading: "Wife, please don’t be angry, okay?"
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