Qin Zhiyou snorted lightly, something withering away rapidly, "Since when is it your turn to meddle in my affairs?"
Lu Weixi was caught off guard by his blunt response; if this had happened in the past, she would have been elated, hoping he wouldn't come back except when it was time to contribute financially to the household.
But now, hearing his cold attitude and mocking tone, there was a part of her heart that certainly tightened.
"Sorry," she quickly ended the call. She was afraid that if he continued, she wouldn't be able to hold back from arguing with him or making a scene. He hadn't cheated or made any other fundamental mistake; it was just a cold war.