Teasing words came from across the room, and Maomao furrowed her brows—why did that voice sound so familiar?
She looked up to see both Seventeen and Azhan had arrived.
That was quick.
"Bro, Azhan," Jian Tianlin called out.
"All smiles, looks like you're in a good mood," Quan Tianqi said playfully.
Jian Tianlin raised an eyebrow, boasting, "Of course."
Men with wives walk with a different air.
Quan Tianlin's gaze shifted to Maomao, and he lifted the corner of his mouth, "Sister-in-law, let's hear you call me 'brother'."
Maomao's ears turned red as she hid behind Jian Tianlin.
Ugh...
How embarrassing.
Jian Tianlin was fiercely protective of his wife, taking her hand and shielding her behind him, "Bro, don't bully my wife."
Quan Tianqi raised an eyebrow, "Wow, aren't you ungrateful."
Got a wife and forgot your brothers, heartless.
