Qiao Chuchu: If I had known, we would have supported domestic products.
Song Huanyan held her phone, outwardly calm, but inside she was already laughing her head off.
Song Huanyan: It's too late for regrets now. Your male god has been tainted.
Yue Xiaowan: My male god has been tainted. I'm going to drink tonight and not return until I'm drunk.
An Yue: Let's go, sister will join you.
Qiao Chuchu: Don't forget to take me with you.
Song Huanyan: I won't join you. Because... I'm going to have dinner with Jun Ce.
Qiao Chuchu: ...
Yue Xiaowan: ...
An Yue: ...
Qiao Chuchu: Song Huanyan, isn't that inappropriate? You're a married woman, and yet you're going to have dinner with a male god?
Song Huanyan: We're just friends having a meal, can't I talk and eat with other men after marrying Yun Jianchen?
Qiao Chuchu: Are you still holding a torch for Jun Ce?
