"Xiao Moli, what's gotten into you again?"
Xiao Moli glared at him, "When exactly is An Ziqi coming back?"
Xiao Chen rolled his eyes speechlessly at him, "You've really gone too far, it's only been a short two days since she left, not even forty-eight hours, okay? Can't you just assume she's out filming or on vacation?"
"No," Xiao Moli replied irritably.
Is it really as easy as Xiao Chen says for her to come back?
If it were that easy, how could Momo not come back all these years?
What if An Ziqi really can't come back? What should he do?
Xiao Chen also felt like overturning the table, "I can't decide how long it'll take for her to come back. What if your wife finds herself a little ancient hottie over there and decides not to return? You can't blame me for that."
Ancient hottie?
Thinking about how An Ziqi had previously clamored about wanting to see handsome guys, a vein on Xiao Moli's forehead twitched.
Damn it, who else could he blame?
