Mù Qiānxún didn't return to Wen Rou anymore.
She continued playing games on Ou Zun's phone for a while, and finally, Ou Zun returned.
He pushed the door open and said to her, "Give me the jacket, we're heading back."
Mù Qiānxún immediately grabbed the jacket from the chair, dashed to his side, and helped him put it on with a fawning expression on her face.
Ou Zun comfortably put on the jacket under her service but kept his head down, scrutinizing her.
"Did you do something wrong while I was away?"
"No!" Mù Qiānxún retorted immediately, "I'm a proper married woman, how could I do anything wrong? You must be imagining things!"
"Really?" Ou Zun curled his lips in disbelief, "Every expression, every move, every pore, including your scent, tells me you did something wrong."
Mù Qiānxún felt guilty for a second.
Ou Zun is that perceptive?
Whenever she did something wrong before, she'd come home with perfect composure, and Mu Xin wouldn't notice a thing.
But now with Ou Zun...
