"That guy, huh?" Jing Shun laughed and said, "That guy came yesterday, and after coming he didn't leave, claiming he wanted to rehearse lines with my little cousin. I think, hehe... that guy is clearly not interested in rehearsing lines."
"That's good! That's how you chase after a wife!" Ye Qingci glanced at Meng Suizhou sitting beside him, "If you all were like Suizhou, then I'd be worried!"
Meng Suizhou, accidentally caught in the crossfire: "..."
Feng Qing, sitting next to Meng Suizhou, gave Ye Qingci a mock angry look, "Cici!"
"What's wrong?" Ye Qingci sighed deliberately, shaking his head, "It's hard to be a matchmaker nowadays, sending the new bride into the room, throwing the matchmaker over the wall!"
Feng Qing blushed at her words, leaned over and pinched her neck, "Little girl, when did you get such a sharp tongue?"
Before her fingers could touch Ye Qingci's neck, a slender, straight arm reached over from the side, stopping her a few centimeters away from Ye Qingci.
