An Nan slowly lifted her head, slightly opened her mouth, but in the end, said nothing and lowered her head again.
Lin Mubai looked at her like this, growing even more worried, "Wife, what's wrong? You should say something."
An Nan kept her head down without speaking, feeling awkward inside. How could she say that? Saying it out loud would just get her laughed at, so she stubbornly refused to speak. But not saying it made her feel unbearably awkward inside, truly a dilemma.
Just when she was utterly conflicted, An Jiayou's nonchalant voice reached her ears, "What else could it be? Isn't it just thinking about something bad again?"
An Jiayou didn't point out that she suspected the man of being a playboy deep down, but An Nan felt guilty in an instant. She didn't dare to meet her husband's eyes, nor her son's.
"I didn't. I just think your dad is very eloquent."
