"Don't say it doesn't work; this method is actually effective. Whenever my best friend feels unhappy, as soon as she mentions this matter, her husband really doesn't dare to offend her again.
As time went by, her husband got used to it, and my best friend's courage grew bigger and bigger, almost to the point of bringing another man home right in front of her husband. And that old man, her husband, didn't dare to make a peep.
Ha! Just listen to how pitiful her husband is!"
Sister Juan laughed softly, her gaze fixed on Chen An's face, not missing any expression on it. Though Sister Juan's words might be exaggerated—and even seemed to carry a hint of fabrication—Chen An could vaguely guess that Sister Juan was trying to coax him into continuing the conversation.
After hearing about the domestic affairs of her best friend, Chen An thought of a very good angle to probe Sister Juan's intentions:
