"If you don't tell me, I'll start investigating everyone around you, one by one. I'll find this person sooner or later."
Mo Tingchuan's head was throbbing so badly it felt like it was going to split open, and he was constantly tormented by dizziness.
He snorted without any restraint, "Go ahead and look for him. I'm also quite curious about this person."
Mingdai thought he was as thick as a rock and not afraid of boiling water.
Knowing that the person's interests were aligned with his, even if he found them, he would never side with her.
Now she can only wait quietly for an opportunity.
He turned and walked out to call his third uncle.
"where did you go?"
Mo Tingchuan's name is Mingdai.
"Don't you feel ashamed of me looking like this?!"
She has really changed; she used to be the one who couldn't bear to see him suffer.
The thought of her smashing the ashtray against his face without hesitation made Mo Tingchuan feel a dull ache in his heart, as if something had stabbed him.
"Mingdai, you are my wife, you can't leave."
Mo Tingchuan panicked and shouted.
Mingdai ignored him, and after leaving, she closed the door tightly, afraid that his voice would disturb others.
Mingdai stood in front of the road at the hospital entrance and called He Yaonian.
A candied hawthorn vendor rode by on his bicycle. Mingdai stared at the bright red candied hawthorn skewers, and heard He Yaonian's deep voice in her ear.
"Have you thought it through?"
He Yao smiled young, his voice, transmitted through the airwaves, like a lover's whisper, making one's ears burn.
He asked, "What do you want?"
Mingdai blushed.
She didn't know if He Yaonian used this tone when talking to everyone.
It's also possible that she herself is mentally unstable, influenced by He Yaonian's handsome face.
"Hmm? Not saying anything?"
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