An Jing was quite irritated, "Even if I don't greet you, you would still shamelessly make yourself at home here, feeling particularly comfortable."
Gong Juechen said, "Although what you're saying is correct, out of courtesy, you should still greet me."
An Jing said, "I might offer some courtesy to others, but with you, there's no need. The more polite I am to you, the more you overstep your boundaries."
Gong Juechen's smile was full of ambiguity, "I knew it, Jingjing, you understand me best~"
An Jing was irritated again, "You'd better not let my husband hear that, or he will definitely take care of you."
Gong Juechen gestured with his chin for An Jing to look behind her and jeered, "It's too late, Changyi has already heard, and I only have one request—spare my face when you hit me."
An Jing: "..."
Others: "..."
