"Damn, what a coward!"
Although Zhao Yang thought that guy was too cowardly, he couldn't help thinking that it wasn't just a simple matter, and girls really do exaggerate when they talk!
Then, Yingtao teased with a laugh on the other end, "Right? Xiaoyue, who's your husband?"
"Go to hell, I don't have a husband!" Su Xiaoyue retorted.
Zhao Yang wasn't having it and was about to say something when he glanced at Zhang Xiuer and saw the strange smile on her face, so he swallowed the words he was about to say.
Listening to the phone again, Yingtao said, "Oh, when rejecting someone you said you had one, and even said he was handsomer and wealthier than him. Now you're saying you don't have one, Xiaoyue, you really say one thing and mean another!"
"Anyway, I just don't have one, and what's the difference between having and not having one? It makes no difference since we can't even meet..."
Hearing that, Zhao Yang fell silent.
