"Yang Qiao, Yang Qiao, all you know is Yang Qiao, she's a slut! Do you know what that means?" Fan Min chastised her son, disgruntled iron not becoming steel.
What's so good about that Yang Qiao, toyed by Xiao Anze for so many years, who knows if her basic functions are still intact. This foolish son, constantly bringing up Yang Qiao, almost drove her to her grave with anger!
The one whose face is equally bad is Xiao Yiting.
At this moment, he stands with his arms crossed in front of his chest, glaring at Xiao Enli, commanding respect without anger.
Xiao Enli shrank his shoulders, mumbling: "Without a woman, you suspect I'm gay, with a woman, you won't allow me to be with her."
"Nonsense!"
The moment his words fell, another stern voice immediately rose, scaring Xiao Enli's neck to shrink back into his chest.
"You scoundrel! Coveting your own cousin's wife, what would people think if this gets out? Will anyone dare marry you?"
