When Fu Lei and that middle-aged old professor quietly followed, they happened to hear Ye Qiu's heart-wrenching questioning from outside the door. The two of them exchanged a glance, then both shook their heads.
Perhaps it was the first time being treated like this by Ye Qiu; Fang Bingwen still couldn't quite react for a moment, perhaps because he was used to being cared for and obeyed too much, he was more angry: "I don't understand what you're fussing about, can't Xiao Xu even recognize his own mother? Ye Qiu, you're really disappointing me."
"I've disappointed you?" Ye Qiu bitterly smiled, "When did I say Xiao Xu couldn't recognize his own mother? This is a burden you imposed on me. I just think you're my husband now and shouldn't be so intimate with Song Qing. Why did I leave early yesterday? Wasn't it because you didn't give me an explanation? And yet not only did you not come to find me, you were being close with her. How am I supposed to calm down?"
