Li Shaobai walked over and said, "Ah, Yuanzi is here too. What a coincidence."
Xiao Yuan laughed coldly. "Yeah, I should've known better than to come. I didn't expect to run into annoying people here."
Fei Helin, as if he hadn't heard, sat down on the sofa and poured himself a glass of wine.
Mo Shu, seeing Xiao Yuan and Fei Helin's standoff, suddenly felt the flames of gossip burning fiercely.
Everyone knew Xiao Yuan and Fei Helin's relationship wasn't great, but even in strained marriages, things usually aren't this dramatic.
Yet, in front of everyone, Xiao Yuan directly called Fei Helin an annoying person, which was certainly... intriguing.
Mo Shu, clutching her stomach, sat down next to Xiao Yuan and asked, "Did you and your husband have a fight?"
Xiao Yuan poured her a drink. "No, our relationship has always been bad."
Bad relationship?
That's quite an understatement!
Other couples with bad relationships at least maintain appearances.
