The car had been driving for a while when the phone in the bag rang. It was Yan Zihua calling.
"Milk." Leng Sichen glanced over and said.
Xia Yuxun, flustered, had to poke open a milk carton to feed him while she answered the phone.
"Hello, Brother Yan, do you know what happened last night?" Xia Yuxun asked cautiously.
"Miss, what is going on between you and Leng Sichen? It's not that I want to interfere in your personal affairs, but this time..."
"Leng Sichen is my husband. We registered our marriage five years ago," Xia Yuxun replied in one breath.
As soon as she finished speaking, Leng Sichen, who was drinking milk, started coughing violently. Although he was prepared, hearing "Leng Sichen is my husband" still made him a bit emotional.
"Wha... what did you say?"
