"Uncle Mao, take a break, don't lead Mr. Zhang astray. It's fine if you play around, but if Uncle Xiao Yun finds out, you'll be in trouble!" Hong Yi finally couldn't bear to listen any longer. Men around the world are indeed the same, becoming frivolous the moment they talk about beautiful women.
"Cough, cough, I was just joking to ease the awkward atmosphere!" Hearing this name, Mao Xionghui immediately became nervous. In his heart, Zhang Menglong's father held an esteem akin to religious faith.
"If you keep this up, I'm going to tell Aunt Fang!"
"No, no, no!" Mao Xionghui instantly panicked, "As long as you don't tell your Aunt Fang, whatever you say goes!"
"Hahaha!" Hong Yi couldn't help but burst into laughter, seeing that this man who was almost like an Emperor in Qingqiu Country was actually a husband who feared his wife.
"By the way, Mr. Zhang, what exactly brings you here this time? Little girl Hong Yi hasn't told me yet." Mao Xionghui asked curiously.
