Women love to hear sweet words. An Nan was no exception. As Lin Mubai spoke, she finally couldn't help but break down: "Alright, alright, enough. When did you learn Han Xiayang's flowery language?"
Lin Mubai immediately looked unconcerned: "Who learned from him? My clever words are tailored to the person; I'm not like that promiscuous guy who can use sweet talk on anyone."
Far away, Han Xiayang, working hard at the company, suddenly sneezed: "Damn it, already working like a dog at the company, and now I'm being cursed too. This is unbearable."
Seeing her man act so shamelessly, An Nan couldn't help but feel sorry for Han Xiayang. How could he have such poor judgment to become brothers with a man like this? An Nan thought the same thing about her own judgment for choosing such a person as her lifelong partner.
