"Mr. He treats his wife so well," Ye Shutong suddenly laughed, her tone sounding incredibly sincere.
"Of course, she's my wife," He Jingyao said, looking at her with a hint of warning in his eyes.
"I heard from uncle that for a long time you couldn't come within three meters of the opposite sex?" Ye Shutong looked at him intently.
"How could that be? Father was joking," He Jingyao said nonchalantly, "For example, right now, the distance between Miss Ye and me is less than three meters."
Ye Shutong's face seemed to grow even paler.
He Jingyao was denying his condition, clearly telling her that she was nothing special to him.
She bit her lip and finally smiled faintly, "You're right. Then, I won't disturb you."
"Miss Ye, take care," He Jingyao said, lips curved in a flawless polite smile.
When Ye Shutong turned to leave, she couldn't help but clench her hands tightly.
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