How long have you had this cold?
Mingdai lowered her gaze. "It's been half a month."
Why don't you say so?
"You're with your mistress and don't have time to listen to me."
Mo Tingchuan's expression froze.
At this stage, he cannot remain an enemy of Mingdai, nor can he let the He family know of Qin Weiwei's existence.
“I was wrong about this, but you also wronged me, Mingdai. Let’s call it even. Things will only get better in the He family from now on.”
Mingdai took a deep breath.
"Give me the video."
Since Mo Tingchuan doesn't admit that he did it, she has no choice but to find a solution herself.
"Why? To get it tested?"
Mo Tingchuan sneered, "Stop testing me. Besides, I've already verified it; it's definitely genuine."
Mingdai forced herself to endure the excruciating pain in her heart.
"Send it to me."
Mo Tingchuan figured she wouldn't be able to find anything out either.
"Okay, but you have to tell me what happened when you delivered the coffee to Uncle San."
Mingdai scoffed, a stinging feeling rising in her nose. "What do you hope will happen?"
"You and your third uncle knew each other before?"
"If I had really known you, I wouldn't have been so blind as to marry you."
It wasn't that Mo Tingchuan looked down on Mingdai, but rather that He Yaonian was a remarkable person.
"Don't be so ambitious, your third uncle wouldn't even look at you."
"Then why are you asking? Send me the video."
When Mingdai returned to the villa and went upstairs, she received a video message from Mo Tingchuan.
She was heavy-hearted, and her steps were unsteady and weak.
As soon as you turn the corner, you see He Yaonian standing at the top of the stairs on the second floor. He has just finished a phone call, his body is slightly turned to the side, his back is straight, and his eye-catching long legs inspire endless imagination.
He had already looked over before Mingdai could hide.
Living together is really inconvenient; we see each other all the time, it's so awkward.
Mingdai had no choice but to bite the bullet and greet them.
"Third Uncle."
He Yaonian's gaze was fixed on her scraped cheek.
What happened to your face?
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