"No," Han Yuanjun put his hand in his pocket and said seriously, "I'm a very petty person. I'm so petty that I can't stand another man staring at my woman! Mr. Hou, you have already touched my bottom line!"
Hou Zexian didn't expect Han Yuanjun to say that.
According to common sense, in such a situation, the man would usually say that he wasn't petty. A man who can admit to being petty in front of others was actually not a true gentleman.
Liang Zixuan smiled at Han Yuanjun. Her arm naturally wrapped around Han Yuanjun's, and when she turned to Hou Zexian, the smile on her face immediately faded. "Mr. Hou, you heard my husband. My husband is a petty person. His heart is smaller than a needle, so please don't bother me anymore. I will be grateful if you would keep your distance."
