Thought for a moment, then quickly opened Instagram to take a look.
An Ziqi's Instagram was practically flooded.
Xiao Chen saw her frown, gently smoothing the furrow between her brows with his fingers, and then lifted her chin, "What's wrong?"
"Something happened."
Lan Yue quickly moved her computer screen in front of Xiao Chen.
Xiao Chen raised an eyebrow and glanced down at it.
After reading the headline, he clutched his stomach and let out a couple of gloating laughs, "Hahaha, never thought that punk Moli would have his day like this."
Mistress, pregnancy, marriage crisis.
Judging from the content, this news had been ongoing for about a week.
That guy must be in a frantic state right now.
"You're still laughing."
Lan Yue half-heartedly raised her hand and gave him a whack.
"I'm not the one with a mistress, why shouldn't I laugh?"
