After the performance, Song Fei cupped her fists and bowed. She picked up the microphone and said, "I know Yan Jiang is handsome and lovable, but it's enough that I love him. Tom, Dick, or Harry don't come after him."
Raising that knife above her head, the tip of the knife quivered wildly. Song Fei said, "If one comes, I will cut a pair."
Hearing this, Yan Jiang was stunned for a moment. Only then did he understand that the so-called cutting pairs meant cutting him too.
Yan Jiang hurriedly ran onto the stage and snatched Song Fei's microphone. Holding it himself, he warned everyone sternly, "Everyone, as you can see, my wife is slightly hot-tempered. If you want to live, don't provoke me."
Yan Jiang wiped his bald head and thought of a certain joke that had been trending in the past few years. He said, "Don't love me. There's no outcome."
