"Beautiful, of course beautiful, my wife is the most beautiful," Chen Fang said.
After finishing his sentence, his hands climbed onto Zhong Xiqian's shoulders, eager to push her down.
Zhong Xiqian suddenly frowned.
Pushing Chen Fang's hands away, she asked, "The woman in the cheongsam at the table today, I think she was prettier than me."
Upon hearing this,
Chen Fang felt his head swell.
Scratching his head, he just began thinking about how to explain.
Zhong Xiqian laughed with a snort.
"Look at you, I was just teasing you. I'm already in my second marriage, and you still married me; I'm too happy to care, why would I mind? Besides, those women once helped you, they are the ones who made you so great."
"Qianqian..."
Chen Fang was about to say something.
But Zhong Xiqian covered his mouth with her hand.
