A melodious, deep voice with the richness of a cello said, "You little rascal, you guessed it right. Don't people always say that after serving three years in the army, even a sow looks like Diao Chan? Besides, your husband here has served five years."
"Mu Xingfeng, you..."
An Ran was too angry to speak. Was he implying that she was worse than a sow?
The two of them bickered over the phone for a while, and the gloom An Ran had accumulated all night dissipated.
"Alright, stop overthinking. It's very late, go take a warm bath and sleep tight," Mu Xingfeng gently coaxed her.
For the first time, she began to doubt her previous decision. If she hadn't let her little wife try to take over Wenshan, or if she hadn't allowed them to live apart, this situation wouldn't have occurred.
At least she wouldn't have to face those troubling matters by herself.
