"Hubby, I'm sorry. It was my fault." Fang Mo'er's coquettish voice came from the other end of the phone.
The volume of the phone was not low, and Mu Ye, who was standing at the side, heard her speak as well. He had always known that Fang Mo'er and Shi Mo were a couple, but he had not expected the two of them to address each other so boldly in private.
In his heart, Fang Mo'er had always appeared to be an elegant and intelligent person with a hint of mischievous cleverness. At this moment, when he heard her address Shi Mo as her hubby, he actually felt an inexplicable discomfort in his heart.
Shi Mo also noticed that Mu Ye had heard it, but he did not feel embarrassed at all. Instead, he looked at Mu Ye with a smug expression on his face.
He was silently declaring that Fang Mo'er belonged to him, meaning that he did not want Mu Ye to have any designs on Fang Mo'er.
