Shen Xingling did not answer his question directly. Instead, she kept her head lowered, texting Xia Lan to let her know she was on her way home. As she typed, she whispered to herself, "I’d say she isn't just a 'little white lotus' now, but a narcissist—full of pretense."
The man in the driver’s seat heard her perfectly. Mu Tingshen kept his eyes on the road, shook his head, and chuckled helplessly. "...?" He understood being called a narcissist—his little wife was clearly teasing him for playing dumb. But where had the "little white lotus" label come from? He had a sinking feeling that being called a "little white lotus" was somehow a worse insult than being a narcissist.
Mu Tingshen freed one hand to gently stroke the top of Shen Xingling’s head, soothing her in a soft voice, "Be good, I’m sorry. From now on, your husband won’t play the narcissist anymore."
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