Yan Xinxin finished her class and couldn't help but sneeze again.
She wasn't sick, but her nose had been itching these past two days. Clearly, someone must be bad-mouthing me behind my back!
"Xinxin, you're walking so fast. Is it because your husband is here to pick you up from class again?"
Lu Chenxue's crisp voice drifted over, and when Yan Xinxin turned her head, she just so happened to catch sight of Ling Siyu's sour face.
Yan Xinxin turned her head toward Lu Chenxue and gave her a slight, faint smile.
"Mm, he really is coming to pick me up today."
Hearing Yan Xinxin emphasize the word "really," Ling Siyu's expression changed on the spot.
Could it be that the boyish man from yesterday who looked like a whipped puppy wasn't actually Yan Xinxin's husband?
"Yesterday, he had something come up unexpectedly, so he asked a friend to pick me up,"
Yan Xinxin explained with a touch of pride, casting a glance at Ling Siyu with a hint of smugness.
