The smooth and dignified sports car was running calmly in the driveway. Mu Jiyun drew out a hand to lean on his sleeping little wife. His eyes were burning with light. He knew that she would be tired to sleep on the road, so he would rush to pick her up early from work.

Just now he knew how miserable he had been misled by Xuan Xuan that day. Just now he heard the voice and age of their commander. So how can a little woman really like him?

For so many days I've been struggling with who she's thinking through herself, so he's suspicious of anything and will be...