Ye Ling noticed that although Liu Zhiyuan's face didn't reveal any expression and he seemed very composed, she could still sense his agitation. For someone like him who usually appeared refined, this was his way of reaching the edge.
Ye Ling, with her big belly, didn't dare provoke him, "Originally, there was that matter between Future and me; now that we're married, I never thought of saying or doing anything, worried it might affect his life. Since you brought it up first, I could talk to him, but I can't guarantee he'll listen."
Seeing Liu Zhiyuan staring at her, the car came to a stop. Ye Ling steadied herself and then felt a rise of anger, "You look composed, but if I hadn't agreed with you in the car, would you have done something?"
The tone had traces of dismissive mockery.
Liu Zhiyuan suddenly chuckled bitterly, "Is that the kind of person I am in your eyes?"
