Li Qianze leaned his head back, slumping lazily onto the sofa and shot Song Qinghuan a sideway glance, "I was kicked out, so I came here to seek refuge with you. No matter what, you must take me in."
Song Qinghuan frowned, "Kicked out? Don't you live alone?"
Li Qianze spread his hands, his face a picture of helplessness, "Yes, I live alone. But my elder brother said if I don't marry Mo Liusha, he'll take back my car, house and cards. Damn, if I marry her now, I'd have to get a divorce later. That's not going to work. Mo Liusha and I are totally incompatible, like squeezing detergent and washing powder together. You see who uses them together?"
Song Qinghuan chuckled, "Detergent and washing powder each have their own purposes; one is for washing dishes and the other is for washing clothes. Both are necessary in daily life. I don't see any problem with that."
