Lu Ye sighed and said, "Alright, my wifey, I'm jealous. I'm so jealous that my heart, liver, and lungs are hurting."
Gu Yan was amused. "Why are you jealous all of a sudden? And what kind of jealousy is that? Why is it so strong?"
"It's that kid just now." Lu Ye snorted. "I don't even have any grudges with him. Yet, he actually glared at me with that kind of bitter hatred. When you came out, he even ran away."
Speaking of this, Lu Ye felt quite uncomfortable.
He had long known that his little wife was very popular. But she was only at school during this period of time. The kids in school were all two or three years younger than his little wife, but he did not expect that there was actually someone who dared to think about his wife!
Little brat, he better run fast!
