Ye Changwen watched his back, his deep gaze shifting, hiding things profoundly.
The few words exchanged outside between my husband and Ye Changwen, because it was quiet inside, Shen Jiayin could hear them drifting in with the wind, but couldn't understand them at all. There seemed to be some connection between my husband and the other person. Previously, she thought it was merely a personality clash between her husband and Old Ye, but now it seemed not quite so simple.
Shen Jiayin's heart raced a bit.
Ye Ye lowered his head, gazing at the music box Mr. Ye gave her, his eyes slightly narrowed, seeming extremely bored: "Retired people sure have plenty of time on their hands, they can play with anything."
Zhuang Ruyu stood there, facing his words, furrowing her brows but afraid to speak out impulsively.
Shen Jiayin could sense that her husband had an aura about him that commanded reverence here.
