Su Qingqing rubbed her forehead, sighed, and then walked straight ahead without saying another word.
In her opinion, Ye Huan was beyond help, to the point where he could even say something as ridiculous as the president being his wife. It was unimaginable how far his delusions had progressed.
"Hey!" Ye Huan caught up, "Minister Su, do you still not believe me?"
Su Qingqing stopped and said, "Ye Huan, I suggest you get your head checked at a psychiatric hospital and, by the way, ask how to treat daydreams!"
"Why don't you believe me? My wife is really the president!"
"Who would believe that? The president is a dream girl for so many men. Who could win her over? You're just dreaming!" Su Qingqing glared angrily at Ye Huan and continued walking.
Ye Huan shrugged helplessly.
These days, why does no one believe the truth?
Soon, they arrived at the bottom of an apartment building.
Watching the woman running toward him, Ye Huan's eyes gradually narrowed into slits.
