An Nan reacted silently, shaking her head: "These two playful ones are really unbearable."
While An Nan was joking, Lin Mubai stood silently by, watching her until she noticed him: "What’s the matter? Why are you looking at like this? Is there sothing on my face?"
He continued to shake his head: "No, you’re still as pretty as ever."
An Nan’s lips curved into a radiant smile: "Since when did n beco so smooth-talking?"
His lips curved into a charming smile: "I’ve always been this smooth-talking, haven’t you known?"
Alright! She admitted, this man was indeed becoming more shaless.
Just as An Nan was about to ignore him, his deep voice continued to ring in her ears, with less teasing and more sincerity: "Wife, you must take good care of yourself, you know?"
An Nan slowly moved her puzzled gaze over due to his excessively deep voice: "Why, why sudden change into this manner."
He continued to shake his head: "I don’t know, I’ve just been feeling very uneasy lately."
"Don’t be like this, I’m fine." An Nan’s eyes were very sincere, leaving no room for doubt.
"Alright, if you say you’re fine, then you’re fine. Are you sure we don’t need to stop the press conference tomorrow?" Although he had told those two just now, he still wanted to confirm one last ti.
An Nan continued to nod firmly: "No need, you know well, don’t you? You should understand what I want to do."
Lin Mubai continued to nod, yes, indeed, he understood all too well, that’s why he knew what kind of people they truly were, and what he worried most was that in desperation they might hurt her, but it seed she still didn’t realize this point. Should he speak plainly?
And then there’s An Liyang, soone his wife cares about extrely. Given his status, if he tells her, would she believe it?
Nurous questions ford in his heart without an exact answer, causing Lin Mubai’s irritation to grow.
In his disturbed mood, he still welcod the afternoon’s press conference, but instead of going in person, he stayed ho to watch it with An Nan.
The little woman in his arms was now staring at the TV, laughing heartily, as if Lin Annan was not her at all.
Lin Mubai was a bit baffled, how can a woman’s thoughts change so much? From intense agony initially, now she seed utterly unconcerned, but no matter, as long as she was happy.
An Nan was more than unconcerned; she was sowhat overly excited, simultaneously pointing at people on the TV, making her evaluations: "This Xi Xilan really can’t act, her crying voice is so fake."
"And, and, and that makeup, what does it look like? Applied so garishly, it obviously doesn’t look real! If it were , I’d make it pale and weak, that would be more convincing."
"And this An Yuya, her performance is too fake too."
Lin Mubai by her side, hearing this, couldn’t help but twitch his lips, several tis wanting to speak, but ultimately swallowing his words.
Amidst his complex psychological transformation, his gaze fell on the face of the little woman in his arms, realizing she truly wasn’t angry in the least, and the unease in his heart gradually cald down.
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