Mu Zhuoming felt that something was very wrong with him lately, but couldn't pinpoint what was wrong.
Whenever he looked at Su Li, his heart felt like it was soaked in hot and sour soup.
Although he had never tasted the stuff before, only heard about it from the female employees in his company chatting, when describing his current mood, this was the first term that popped into his mind.
Conflicted and strange.
He seemed to want to be angry but didn't want to be angry. He appreciated Su Li's understanding and magnanimity, yet was annoyed by her lack of anger.
It seemed like she had accepted her husband having a secret child just like that—plainly, simply, smoothly.
Even though it was his first time experiencing this, Mu Zhuoming couldn't help but think that most women wouldn't react this way, would they?
Stepping out of the room, just standing in the courtyard, he could clearly hear the sounds of children chattering outside the courtyard wall.
