The middle-aged man didn't dare to look at Lan Xin Ai, turned around, and took away the gifts he brought.
"Husband."
Lan Xin Ai squinted her beautiful eyes as she looked at his back.
"Hmm?"
Xi Yemo looked at the little woman.
"Spread the word, Lan Zhongxuan has nothing to do with me, and even less with the Xi family." Lan Xin Ai's tone was very serious, not joking at all.
Xi Yemo didn't say anything, just looked at Lan Xin Ai.
"I'm serious."
"I know."
"Then hurry up and do it."
Lan Xin Ai was anxious, she didn't want him to rely on the Xi family's influence to do whatever he wanted outside.
"No rush, let's eat breakfast first."
Xi Yemo pulled the little woman's hand and sat down at the dining table.
"I have no appetite."
Hearing such news early in the morning, Lan Xin Ai had no appetite at all.
