At this moment, Mei Qingchen looked at Su Muyao with an indifferent gaze.
Seeing her serious expression, he knew she was being sincere.
Realizing this wasn't her condition, Mei Qingchen sighed with slight relief.
Yet, simultaneously as he sighed, a peculiar feeling surged within his heart.
It was as if something had changed.
Mei Qingchen didn't delve further.
"Alright, this is what you've personally said."
"Hope you keep your word."
Su Muyao was speechless, knowing he didn't believe her.
"Mei Qingchen, if you didn't want to, you think I could force you."
"You really don't need to be like this."
Mei Qingchen crossed his arms, his eyes deep and flickering, "That's not right, didn't you previously drug us?"
On the night he married Su Muyao, there was a potion in the food.
He spent the night soaking in icy water but was weakened for several days.
Su Muyao would stop at nothing.
