Ying Rui stared at her.
Mo Yuxin's hand was still pointing at his phone. Even now, with Mao Mao clinging to his leg and blood drying on the boy's knee, she was waiting for him to explain himself.
"You watched me without telling me," she said, her voice rising. "What did you expect to find? What exactly did you think I would—"
"Enough."
She stopped for a moment, but the anger on her face didn't fade.
"I'm your wife, Rui. You can't just put cameras everywhere and treat me like some stranger in my own house."
Ying Rui carefully removed his arm from Jua's shoulders.
"Can you stand?"
Jua nodded. His chest still hurt where she had struck him, but his feet were steady beneath him now.
Mao Mao immediately reached for his hand.
His small fingers slipped between Jua's, gripping tightly enough to draw his attention. Jua looked down and found the boy watching him with damp lashes and a trembling mouth.
"Gege…"
