"So, you must have tricked me into marrying you, never meeting the baseline intelligence I require in a wife," Mu Liang concluded haughtily.
Qiao Xia had no desire to engage with him, feeling weak on the side as she unconsciously touched her abdomen. If there was a child, could it really have a low intelligence? Would she be the one to lower the child's intelligence? She couldn't believe she let herself be influenced by Mu Liang.
"I didn't trick you into marriage."
"You're lying."
"You're blind."
Mu Liang, "…"
Qiao Xia curled up on the couch when suddenly, the jarring ring of a phone call pierced the peaceful atmosphere. Mu Liang pulled out his phone to see it was a call from Gu Xixi, "Ah Liang, haven't you come home yet?"
Glancing at the time, Mu Liang realized it was already past nine.
"I'll be home soon," Mu Liang said.
