All men were protective by nature.
To them, women were like clothes and his friends were like limbs. If the limbs were to touch his clothes, he'd chop them off.
"What's wrong with my Zhou Shuang? She can be refined, she can fight, and she can give birth." The words left Young Master Lu's mouth uncontrollably. "She can give birth to three at once. Can your Wen Xuxu do that?"
Yan Rusheng was speechless at his outburst.
Then he smugly turned to Ming Ansheng. "And you. You only have one child. All the more you should have nothing to say."
Then his gaze shifted to Jiang Zhuoheng. "You have none. So you better keep quiet."
All of them were speechless.
Although he gained the upper hand momentarily, he still felt like they cornered him.
These fellows wouldn't let him off so easily. He hatched a plan in his mind.
"That's enough. Let's play mahjong."
