"You still dare to ask me this question?" Han Yuanjun glanced at Han Cihui and patted his shoulder, "Jia Qiulian has been discharged from the hospital. Your sister-in-law did not feel reassured leaving her alone at home, so she went to accompany her. Of course, I can only be by myself. Could it be that I still have to accompany your wife too?"
Han Yuanjun kept observing Han Cihui's expression when he said this. Seeing Han Cihui's face darken, he laughed.
"Enough," Han Cihui said. "Let's not talk about them anymore. When women are together, there will always be a lot to talk about. And they never understand our men's feelings. They only care about their own comfort."
Han Cihui seemed to have been stabbed in the heart. He took the wine glass and drank all the wine in one gulp. When the wine entered his stomach, his entire body immediately warmed up. Even his brain began to heat up.
