Lu Yin's devilish cells began to surge in his blood, eager to give Mu Jingxi a thorough beating.
But then, Qiao An waved her small hand, "No need."
"Hmm?"
Lu Yin raised his tone.
Did he hear wrong?
No need?
He reached out to feel her forehead's temperature, "You're not sick, so why the confused mind?"
Slap!
His hand was slapped again.
"Hiss," Lu Yin took a cold breath, rubbing the back of his hand, lamenting, "Baobei, you're so ruthless."
She was really merciless.
Was he being blamed because of Mu Jingxi?
"Hitting him would just dirty my hands," Qiao An snorted arrogantly.
"Then what do you plan to do?"
"What do you mean, what to do?"
Lu Yin was anxious, pacing in place, "Such a big thing happened, the news is all over the place, and you're doing nothing?"
"What do I need to do?"
"You're not mad?"
"Of course I'm mad! Whose husband would get into such rumors and still remain calm?"
That would mean she didn't love him.
