Qin Yuan was at a loss for words.
After a pause, she asked, "Does Lady Zhao know something?"
Gu Jinghui replied, "Lady Zhao has been ill. I think it's too late now, so I didn't ask. Let's wait until tomorrow."
The origins of Pang Hai suddenly became a mystery. Gu Jinghui didn't know how to meet Lady Zhao or explain matters to the two children.
Qin Yuan seemed to sense his hesitation and said, "Husband, I have something I don't know whether to say or not."
Gu Jinghui turned to her and said, "You always say we are one as husband and wife, so there's nothing you shouldn't say. I know you always have my best interests at heart."
Qin Yuan smiled, "Do you really think so, husband?"
"Of course," Gu Jinghui wasn't skilled at sweet talk, but he spoke from the heart, "I know you are wise and good to me."
In the dark night, Qin Yuan's face couldn't help but blush a little.
She... she actually wasn't that good.
