A frown creased Chi Muzhen’s brow, but then, as some thought occurred to her, a smile played on her lips. “Mr. Huo, this is Shi Yiheng’s villa. Isn’t it a bit awkward for you to stay here?” A chill entered Huo Yunting’s gaze, and just as Chi Muzhen expected him to storm out in anger, he spoke. “Since he was willing to lend you the villa and knows we’re married, I doubt he’ll mind one extra person.