"..."
Zhu Nanzhi wanted to curse, but she didn't know how to curse.
So she directly slammed Zhan Ming onto the table: "What do you mean I'm not the first? Does my husband have feelings for his old childhood sweetheart? Would he not contact her for ten years if he did?"
"I meant that Junior Brother has long had feelings for my mother." Mu Qingyue said calmly: "My mother, too, has long had feelings for Junior Brother. If we're really talking about it, you're the one who intruded."
"Nonsense!" Zhu Nanzhi sneered: "If my husband really had feelings for Master Pei, he wouldn't have hesitated at all when sleeping with me in the Nanzhuo Domain!"
"So what?" Mu Qingyue poured herself another cup of tea: "Junior Brother also had me."
"How is that the same?" Zhu Nanzhi's hands clenched slightly: "I didn't agree..."
"Why should Junior Brother need your consent for who he likes?"
"Of course it's because..."
