Ye Qingci said cheerfully, "She said you're a little cop, making only five or six thousand yuan a month, yet you dare to dream about her, calling you a toad wanting to eat swan meat. You don't even look in the mirror to see your own reflection!"
On the other end of the phone, Shen Qianyu's face turned dark, "...Sis, is this for real? Are you kidding me?"
"For something like this, would I kid you?" Ye Qingci said, "Don't be upset, it's actually a good thing. It's better than marrying someone only to find out their front and back are two faces… Oh, right, I forgot, she doesn't even fancy you; she wouldn't marry you!"
"..." Shen Qianyu felt an additional stab in his wounded chest, "Sis… Can't you have some sympathy?"
He had been called a "toad wanting to eat swan meat," and his seventh sister-in-law was still gleefully watching the joke. Is this really okay?
