Qin Qingnan called Moxiao, and as soon as the call connected, he began to tease him in a twisted way, "Hey, Master Xiao, have you seen the news today? Your fake-divorced little wife really went chasing after her idol, tsk tsk tsk, that's crazy."
Even though he was making fun of someone else, his own words reeked of jealousy. Doctor Qin really knew how to amuse.
Moxiao almost laughed out of anger, "Hah," he scoffed, "From what you're saying, are you implying that your Lin Ziran didn't go chasing?"
Qin Qingnan was at a loss for words for a good while before he could retort.
Master Xiao simply threw a few words at him, "Sicko!"
After that, Master Xiao hung up the phone.
On the other end, the choked-up Qin Qingnan held his phone blankly for a long time, then muttered to himself, "I really am sick."
Lin Ziran, this Little Goblin, is killing me, and with Moxiao and Shichen, these two pernicious friends, they are killing me too!
