Qi Lianxiu shot up from the sofa, his eyes wide with fury, his hair practically standing on end.
"What's wrong?" Qiu Zishan jumped, then reflexively scolded him. "How many times have I told you to watch your language? You're a public figure. Everything you do, every word you say, can be blown out of proportion."
Seeing things were getting tense, Brother Qi tried to smooth things over. "It's fine, it's fine. We're at home, right? No need to be so strict."
Qiu Zishan shot her husband a glare. "Not even at home. If he says it too often, it'll become a habit. One slip-up outside, and who knows how the media will smear him. The PR department will be working overtime again."
Brother Qi was left speechless, only able to give his younger brother a helpless look.
But Qi Lianxiu had no time for their banter. He seethed through gritted teeth, "That little bastard actually fucking blocked me!"
"I told you not to..." Qiu Zishan's lecture stopped abruptly. "You said who... Who blocked you?"
