However, Fu Qiang had gotten used to the way Fu Jinghen talked back to him, and Fu Jinghen had indeed managed to pacify Fu Qiang.
"Fine then." Fu Qiang leaned back on the couch, "Just keep an eye on him for me, don't forget about your nephew once you have a wife."
"Do you have the nerve to say that about me?" Fu Jinghen handed Fu Qiang a peeled tangerine, yet didn't hold back his words, "Aren't you the one who forgot your son after getting a husband? We're both in the same boat, so don't be pointing fingers."
"Can't you just shut up?" Fu Qiang took the tangerine, glaring at Fu Jinghen, "You peel tangerines with your hands, not your mouth."
"It's precisely because I don't use my mouth that I can talk."
Fu Qiang threw a seed she spat out toward Fu Jinghen, "Can you not go a sentence without sniping at me? Do you talk to Qiaoqiao the same way when you're with her? That girl must really love you."
"No."
