Xiao Yuchuan reached into his sleeve pocket and pulled out a white silk handkerchief to wipe the corner of her mouth, "Wife, I have something to say."
"Go ahead."
Xiao Yuchuan waited until Maid Yinzhu had cleared away the bowls and chopsticks, then said, "Wife, I felt that you were acting strangely today."
"How so?" she countered. In her heart, she thought, third brother really is sensitive. On the outside, her demeanor hadn't changed, but her state of mind had.
He couldn't quite put his finger on it, but took her delicate hand in his, "Wife, I trust you."
She deliberately asked, "What do you mean by that, third brother?"
"It's just...Lady Xiao said you had known about my identity beforehand." He declared resolutely, "I believe you had no clue at all."
She smeared herself with the accusation, "But I did know, didn't I admit it this afternoon?"
"Wife, don't be mad at me..."
