Such a perfect and impeccable beauty, she actually married a man who simply couldn't get it up.
Zhang Xiaomeng felt the aggravation of watching a fresh flower stuck in cow dung.
Overwhelmed by his emotions, he stood up abruptly, his voice rising a few notches.
"Keep your voice down."
Murong Fenghua, her face flushed, whispered a reminder.
Such matters really shouldn't be discussed with outsiders—if her cousin Murong Yu overheard, she would utterly lose face.
"Sorry, sorry, I was just too angry."
Zhang Xiaomeng showed an apologetic expression and sat back down on the couch.
"I married a useless man, what are you angry about?"
Murong Fenghua gave Zhang Xiaomeng a displeased glance and then asked with some curiosity.
"There are so few high-quality women in the world, and it's not easy for a normal man to find one. Someone like you is even harder to come by."
