On the verge of widowhood

Qiao Que took a deep breath: "I'm angry at you for hiding your identity, but it's not what you imagined."

"I stayed in your house by your side for a month, sneaking around like a thief, but you never let me see through my tricks?"

"Do you think it's fun for me to do this?"

"I think I'm a bit funny, thinking that my whereabouts are hidden seamlessly, but I don't know how many times I have been laughed at by you behind my back?"

Qiao Que hooked her lips: "Anyway, you just want to verify whether I will be poisoned, even if it's my wishful thinking, I still feel quite cheap."

He paused, feeling that what he said was confusing, finally sighed, and called out Feng Nu's name for the first time: "Feng Nu, you shouldn't be here today."