Fu Fong's voice was unusually low as he stood there in the middle of the road, his hands hanging stiffly at his sides while an expression Bai Ming had never seen before lingered on his face.
"You have to be careful."
Bai Ming stared at him.
For a few moments she said nothing.
Then her brows slowly furrowed.
"Careful of what?"
Fu Fong looked around the street as though making sure nobody was paying attention before turning back toward her.
His expression became even more complicated.
There was guilt.
And something that looked suspiciously like concern.
The sight alone was enough to make Bai Ming feel irritated.
Because if there was one thing she had learned during the years she spent married to him, it was that Fu Fong only showed concern when it was already too late.
"You have to be careful," he repeated.
This time his voice was firmer.
Bai Ming immediately folded her arms across her chest.
The basket hanging from her arm swayed slightly as she shifted her weight.
