"Si Yu, you need to manage your wife." Tang Mingli shouted in exasperation, as Meng Siyu stood in front of him, making it impossible for him to fight back.
His limited skills were usually enough to handle an average guy, but when it came to Meng Siyu… it was like an ant trying to shake a tree.
"What Xiao Yue said wasn't wrong either, you do get jealous easily," Meng Siyu said, following Tang Yue's words.
Tang Mingli was like a cat whose sore spots had been touched, shaking his hand as he said, "Meng Siyu, you still have the nerve to say that about others. You're the most jealous one. What would you say if someone pursued Xiao Yue? Wouldn't you be worried?"
"I'm afraid you'd be more sour than me." Tang Mingli pinched his nose, as if he could already smell vinegar.
"What do I have to worry about?" Meng Siyu retorted, calmly replying, "If Xiao Yue were to look at another man, it would surely be because I'm not doing well enough."
