Thinking about it, Ling Chuxia's eyes narrowed dangerously, "So... because you can't touch me, you go and touch other women?"
Ling Chuxia's hand clenched into a fist again and hit Shi Che's chest.
Shi Che rubbed his forehead. To say Ling Chuxia was sensitive during pregnancy, he could understand, but how come even after giving birth, she's still this sensitive?
Moreover, what's this about touching other women? It's a complete misunderstanding.
"Chuxia, I haven't seen Zheng Rourou for a long time. We just happened to meet at that party."
Happened to meet?
Ling Chuxia's red lips pouted slightly, "That simple?"
"It's just that simple."
Shi Che nodded confidently, "As for why I come home so late every night...," his voice paused, his dark eyes swept across her face with a meaningful glance, then stared fixedly at her, making Ling Chuxia's scalp tingle slightly.
