Tang Chuxia hadn't said a word, and this middle-aged man had already said a lot.
She could only listen.
It wasn't that Tang Chuxia was not cautious, it was just that the man seemed to harbor no ill will, and one could tell he was sincerely appraising Tang Chuxia.
After the man muttered to himself for a bit, he finally realized Tang Chuxia hadn't spoken at all, and curiously asked, "Why aren't you saying anything?"
Tang Chuxia smiled, "What? Do I need to say something?"
The man immediately waved his hands, "Oh my, what a pleasant voice you have, indeed, you are my wife!"
Tang Chuxia initially didn't want to shatter the man's delusions, but she couldn't stand him getting more and more carried away, so she had to say, "I'm sorry, I'm already married! My husband is just outside the door!"
Tang Chuxia pointed to the door to give the man a reminder.
The man let out an "Ah," and said, "Did I really go to the wrong room?" He was still full of disbelief.
