Just as he turned his head, Qiao Yong saw his wife standing there, holding a bag of fruit in one hand and her child’s hand in the other, staring at him in disbelief.
In less than two seconds, Lin Ping’s expression shifted from confusion to helplessness, and finally to fury. If she hadn't seen Qiao Yong kissing that woman with her own eyes, she would have assumed she was hallucinating.
"Daddy, why are you kissing that lady?"
Chapter 67