Jiang Xiaoxiao and Song Moting escorted Grandma back to her room.
They finally returned to their own room.
As soon as the door closed.
Jiang Xiaoxiao sat on the chair and stared at Song Moting.
Song Moting awkwardly twisted his body, "Xiaoxiao, why are you staring at me? Haven't you seen your husband being this handsome?"
"Song Moting, don't you have anything you want to ask me?"
Jiang Xiaoxiao felt she couldn't ignore reality; some things must be faced.
Her guise has fallen apart such that Song Moting must have been paying a lot of attention to her.
Just like when they encountered danger on the snow mountain last time, Song Moting's silence didn't mean ignorance.
She was just pretending to be deaf and dumb, honestly resembling a bit like the proverbial ostrich.
But facts are facts.
No one can escape them.
Song Moting sighed, walked to his wife, and hugged Jiang Xiaoxiao from behind tightly.
Then he released her, as if worried about hurting her.
