Meng Zhuqing turned her head back, perplexed as she looked at An Jing, "Madam, who is Xiaoqiang?"
An Jing: "..." I will absolutely not tell you that Xiaoqiang is a cockroach!
"Hehe..." An Jing chuckled twice, "Xiaoqiang isn't anyone, it's just an adjective, meaning that you are strong."
"Oh." Meng Zhuqing turned her head back again and continued to sit there desolately, with her back to them.
An Jing: "..."
As soon as An Jing turned her head, she saw her husband Xiao Changyi looking at her, looking at her intently, fixated on her, with a very obvious meaning: You say he's strong?
An Jing couldn't help but laugh and cry as she hurriedly grasped one of Xiao Changyi's hands, soothing Xiao Changyi, the sweet yet burdensome vat of jealousy. Her meaning was also quite clear: he isn't strong, not strong, and no matter how strong, he's not as strong as you, you are the strongest!
