Qiao Chuchu, this little tyrant who feared nothing, now had someone to fear.
"Song Huanyan, can we still be happy friends?" Qiao Chuchu glared at Song Huanyan.
If Fu Ziqian found out what she said about him... she didn't even know what kind of torture Fu Ziqian would come up with.
Fu Ziqian hadn't picked up anything good in the army, only some inexplicable nonsense.
"Who told you to always worry about Yun Jianchen's sexual abilities?" Song Huanyan glared at Qiao Chuchu, "Aren't you embarrassed? You already have Fu Ziqian, why are you still worrying about other men?"
"..." Qiao Chuchu was left speechless by Song Huanyan's words.
"I... I'm not worrying," Qiao Chuchu said, "I'm... just a little curious, that's all."
Song Huanyan glared at Qiao Chuchu, "Where did you get such a strong curiosity? How come I haven't seen you worry about Fu Ziqian?"
"..." Qiao Chuchu had no words to counter.