As these words were spoken, the spacious living room suddenly fell silent.
Wen Xian was stunned and glanced at her husband.
Lu Xiao swept his gaze across the room, first looking at Li Zaijun and then turning to Shen Lin, his tone light, "What, you want to ask me something?"
Shen Lin chuckled nervously, "No, I didn't ask anyth—"
"He's asking when you're leaving." Before he could finish, the husband-bashing Li Zaijun spoke up.
At these words, the air was suddenly filled with silence.
It seemed like even the sound of a needle falling to the ground could be heard.
Shen Lin nearly crushed his teeth in frustration and turned away, wiping his face.
His fists were clenched tight.
Wen Xian sat on the sofa and couldn't help but cough lightly.
She looked at Lu Xiao and saw him staring intently at Shen Lin, his gaze somewhat sharp.
You can't say it wasn't awkward, being disliked by the host like that.
The air fell into a strange silence.
