Tang Huai let out a low laugh, not at all like a woman upset by her husband's betrayal.
In fact, there was a sweet happiness evident between her brows.
"Brother Jing Xuan, how come I didn't know you mastered the cloning technique? Ten minutes ago, I was still chatting with you on the phone, and ten minutes later, someone's saying you were... Oh my, you and Jiajia, my gosh, how could they come up with that? Brother Jing Xuan, if you fought with Gerry, who would win?"
As she spoke, Tang Huai winked at Gu Jiajia, like a cheeky boy flirting, with electrifying charm.
Gu Jiajia rolled her eyes at her, and while adjusting her wig, said, "Talk properly on the phone."
On the other side of the phone, Jing Xuan's face had already turned dark.
Tang Huai waited for a while but didn't hear a response, so she asked in confusion, "Brother Jing Xuan?"
"Eee... yaa..."
At this point, the sound of a baby came from the other end.
It was their son's voice!
