Actually, Sichen's question was just a routine one; with his status, it's impossible he'd come to the hospital by taxi.
Unexpectedly, the next second Mu Yunshen answered calmly, "Didn't drive, going by taxi."
Sichen, "..."
She thought he was joking with her, so she reiterated, "It's hard to get a cab at this time."
"Then let's not divorce," Mu Yunshen said, one hand in his pocket, turning to leave, "See you in half a month, I'm very busy with work."
Sichen, in a hurry and without thinking, reached out and grabbed his sleeve, "Wait a minute!"
Mu Yunshen stopped, a smile tugging at his lips, "I hate waiting."
She smiled slightly, "Really? But haven't you been waiting for Miss Mo for so many years?"
When she said this, she was stunned for a moment, then regretted speaking without thinking.
