When he found out that Xiao Qi was going to stay here for a few days, Yan Sijue frowned slightly, obviously unwilling, but he didn't express any objection.
Logically speaking, love me, love my dog, Yan Sijue shouldn't have such a cold attitude towards Mu Yiliang's friends, but whenever he thought that Mu Yiliang might value her friends more than him, he felt incredibly sour inside.
Especially since Mu Yiliang had Xiao Qi's companionship, she wasn't as clingy to him as before, which made Yan Sijue increasingly unhappy.
That day when he came home from work, he saw the two women sitting face to face and talking in the yard.
Mu Yiliang was holding a cup in one hand and resting her chin in the other, smiling, seemingly listening very attentively.
He didn't know what Xiao Qi said, but she laughed until her eyes squinted.
Yan Sijue felt a stir in his heart, walked over, took off his suit jacket, draped it behind her, and then naturally embraced her: "Be careful not to catch a cold."
