Yin Qi merely let out a cold snort: "Oh? How was I before?"
Qian Rouxuan sat up straight, sensing something was off with Yin Qi. Her eyes brimmed with grievance as she hurriedly pleaded, "Yin Qi, is there some misunderstanding between us? Otherwise, why would you say such things in front of the child?"
She decided to take the offensive, provoking Yin Qi first. If Yin Qi truly knew something, it would give her time to prepare.
Yin Qi realized her façade was slipping. She gripped the coffee cup tightly and retorted, "Just a joke, why are you so flustered? Could it be that you really have something going on with my husband?"
She fixed her gaze directly on Qian Rouxuan's eyes, waiting to see how she would respond.
Qian Rouxuan continued her grievance-filled complaint: "Look at you! Who makes jokes like that? Yin Qi, this isn't like you. We've known each other all these years, don't you know me by now?
