"You did nothing wrong."
Qin Yanzheng shook his head, a gentle light appearing in his dark eyes. "It was my fault for not explaining myself clearly." How could his wife be wrong? Even if she was wrong, it was because she misspoke!
Yes, that's it!
Song Lan: ?
I don't quite understand what men mean, little do they know, this guy is just spoiling his wife!
Before Song Lan could speak, Qin Yanzheng remained silent as well.
Time passed slowly, and the room was so quiet you could hear a pin drop. At the same time, the surrounding air seemed to undergo a chemical reaction, exuding an indescribable ambiguous atmosphere.
Qin Yanzheng gazed at Song Lan, his eyes filled with an unconscious tenderness. Being stared at so intently by him made Song Lan feel her face growing hotter and hotter.
"Have you...have you written a letter to Dad?"
Unable to withstand the man's intense gaze any longer, Song Lan made conversation, her eyes slightly unfocused, and asked him a question.
"It's on the desk."
Qin Yanzheng responded.
"Then I'll take it and keep it safe now. Is there anything else you want me to tell Dad?" Song Lan walked to the desk, picked up the kraft paper envelope on the table, and then turned to look at Qin Yanzheng. She heard him say, "Tell Dad to take good care of himself!"
After Song Lan's figure disappeared outside the door, he smiled, his dark eyes filled with joy.
What's wrong with me? Why do my cheeks feel hot and I feel embarrassed just because Qin Yanzheng is staring at me?
Back in her room, Song Lan gently patted her face, hoping the heat would dissipate quickly.
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