Song Jiaying had seen many sides of Ning Ge: playful, pestering, shameless, thick-skinned, and so on, but she had never seen him like this: deep and uncertain, hurt.
Seeing herself reflected in his eyes, only herself, Song Jiaying's heart skipped a beat.
She turned her face away, but Ning Ge turned it back to him, forcing her to meet his gaze.
"Speak up, what are you afraid of?" Ning Ge asked. "Our son is already so big, these years, how I've treated you, you know it well too. What are you afraid of?"
"It's well known, Master Ning is a flirt. Just a few days ago, there was a Young Actress saying how you supported her!" Song Jiaying sneered.
What is she afraid of, she didn't know either, just felt unsure and insecure.
She didn't dare to fully give herself!
Perhaps, it's a lack of trust?
Song Jiaying felt somewhat desolate, lowering her head.
Ning Ge noticed her sorrow, and couldn't help but feel a pang in his heart, deliberately laughed: "So, are you jealous?"
