His urgent look was as if something had happened to his parents. Ye Ranran's gaze shifted back and forth between Zhou Xian and Jun Mochan.
"He's my husband." Ye Ranran didn't know what she was thinking, but she emphasized as she spoke.
Zhou Xian found her words inexplicable, but he still nodded and said, "I know."
Suddenly, as if thinking of something, he said, "You don't think I have designs on him, do you?"
Oh my God, what was she thinking?
Ye Ranran glanced at him, her gaze full of understanding: "Isn't that the truth?"
She despised him for not daring to admit it.
Jun Mochan was also amused by Ye Ranran. He said to Zhou Xian, "I think you'd better hurry up and find a wife."
"I feel the same. I was just trying to express gratitude for you saving my life. I didn't expect her to misconstrue it." Zhou Xian sighed.
"But seeing you're okay, I can rest assured. Having survived a disaster, there will be future blessings."
