"Brother," Fu Jinghen said with a solemn face, "if I'm kicked out of the game, you won't have any younger siblings."
"That's fine, I didn't expect you to bring me a wife back anyway," Fu Qiang said without even turning her head, affectionately wrapping her arm around Wen Qiao, "Not a younger sibling, but Wen Qiao is still Jiang Lai's daughter, still has to call me Aunt Fu, and will still be close with me, right?"
Suddenly realizing something, Fu Qiang looked at Wen Qiao excitedly, "Then I've actually moved up a generation, Qiaoqiao, maybe you shouldn't be with Fu Jinghen after all. The two men in our family are not suitable candidates for love and marriage. I'll find you a few better options."
With each word Fu Qiang spoke, Fu Jinghen's expression grew darker, and by the time she finished, his face was so black it was impossible to look at.
Sensing the cold air emanating from Fu Jinghen's body, Qi Ming quietly shifted to one side, hoping the crossfire wouldn't endanger her.
