But her little hand moved from Zheng Haoyu's arm to his thigh, viciously pinching him.
Afura frowned, that wasn't a normal reaction.
Ordinary women should either berate or smack their husband's mistresses, right?
As Su Nian sat down with her, she said, "No need, I have a friend coming soon."
Su Nian nodded, "Then you'll just have to watch us eat."
Zheng Haoyu: "..."
Afura: "..."
However, Afura didn't mind because she was more interested in something else. She moved a bit to sit next to Su Nian and nudged her arm, "Are all women in China like you? Wives meeting their husband's mistresses without getting angry?"
Su Nian gave Zheng Haoyu a leisurely glance and then turned back to her, "If I got angry, I'd probably end up killing myself with anger within a day."
Zheng Haoyu broke out into a nervous sweat, he knew she wouldn't let him off easy.
After looking at Zheng Haoyu again, Afura nodded melancholically, "That might be true."
