Just as Monica's figure entered Xiao Mo's sight, she swiftly turned off the computer, holding a world classic in her hands, and looked at him with a smile.
"Honey, you're back!"
She felt her smile stiffen, actually wanting to rush over, grab his tie, press him against the wall, and then choke him, demanding to know who that little slut was.
But she was very clear, Monica wasn't the enemy, he was her husband, moreover her only relative. She couldn't do this; until things were clarified, she couldn't act like an ignorant, crazy woman.
"Why are you still up so late?"
Monica approached her, took the book from her hands, put his arms around her shoulders, and looked at her with concern.
"Uh, maybe ate too much, can't sleep..."
"Anna said you were out all day today and came back late, where did you go?" Monica asked.
