"Who is he?" Zheng Qiwai asked Beisitian with an incredulous expression.
Beisitian pursed her lips in silence, this feeling was like...
Luo Xudong pursed his lips, his face cold enough to chip ice. Beisitian could tell, so how could he not? Although he knew there was likely something going on, he still couldn't help but feel uneasy.
Luo Xudong pulled Beisitian closer, wrapped his arm around her waist, and looked at Zheng Qiwai without speaking. He didn't want to explain but his actions spoke volumes.
Zheng Qiwai watched their movements, his face showing a somewhat wooden expression.
Beisitian had a strong urge to facepalm but quickly opened her mouth, "He's my husband, and by the way, you must have mistaken me for someone else, my name is..."
"Good! Very good!" Zheng Qiwai laughed coldly, with a mocking expression, then turned and left.
Beisitian: "..." At least let me finish my words!
