"Who said that she was your wife?" Li Beichen, who had changed into house clothes, scowled coldly as he walked downstairs.
"Don't you want the best for me, Little Uncle? Yunyi isn't around, so my chances of winning are higher."
His little uncle did not like women, and he was not joining in anyway. Furthermore, Yunyi was not home.
That meant his advantage was magnified. Besides, Ye Qingge had hit him with her car.
She had to take care of him. Obviously, this was first come, first served.
"I think the girl is more compatible with Yunyi. What do you think, Beichen?"
Li Xingming narrowed his eyes, looking at Li Beichen more intensely than ever.
"Hey, old man. Look at my leg. Who knows if I'll ever be able to walk again. Why should Yunyi get the bride when I'm the one who's been hit? I'm telling you this now. I want Ye Qingge. She's my wife."
Li Nancheng was beginning to pout, refusing to relent.
