"Shh, don't spout nonsense—I'm seriously beginning to suspect that you're trying to sow discord," I whispered, placing my index finger on my lips and glancing back at Xiao Li.
Fortunately, Xiao Li had drunk the herbal medicine we'd prepared earlier and fallen asleep.
Beichen sat by the bed, like a weathered statue.
"How would causing strife benefit me? I'm merely curious why you want to hide it," Yu Longting rested his hand on the steering wheel, glanced at Beichen through the rear-view mirror, "Beichen, do you know what to do?"
"I know. I won't stir up trouble in front of Xiao Li. I didn't hear anything," Beichen said gravely.
I breathed a little easier, lowering my voice, "Anyway, I will definitely seek my revenge, but as they say, 'Revenge is a dish best served cold.'"
"It seems the Missus is determined to avenge herself." Yu Longting, in good spirits for some reason, chuckled softly from his throat but didn't pursue the matter further.
