Mu Yichen couldn't help but laugh and said to him, "Actually, I just had a fight with my wife!"
The old man was taken aback, but quickly said to him, "Then hurry home! She ate my roasted sweet potato, even the biggest temper can be cooled!"
Mu Yichen believed him, so he brought the roasted sweet potato home.
Now, he had only one thought, since she enjoyed the roasted sweet potato so much, he should just buy it for her again in the future.
"Did you reply to that guy's WeChat?"
"No!"
Qin Mu thought, why should I tell you? You were already angry and stormed out of the house. Do I still need to tell you what I replied to someone on WeChat?
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The next morning, Feng Fanghua woke up first, and as soon as Qin Mu came downstairs, Feng Fanghua called her into the sofa: "Did you two argue again late last night?"
"No, no!"
Qin Mu got nervous and stuttered a bit.
"No? Then why are you so nervous?"
"No, my throat is a bit hoarse!"
