Zhang Xiaomeng didn't know how to assess Zhang Lan's current state, and with a sigh, he said,
"Sis-in-law, you're so beautiful, and your figure is so great. Isn't he satisfied? Why does he need to go looking for other women?"
"Isn't that just how you men are? Always eyeing the pot while eating from your bowl. You always think someone else's wife is better,"
Zhang Lan said in a somewhat mournful tone.
Zhang Xiaomeng subconsciously touched his nose and said,
"Sis-in-law, don't generalize. I am a man of deep affection and I'm never fickle-hearted."
As soon as he said it, Zhang Xiaomeng himself felt somewhat guilty and unconsciously averted his gaze.
"Haha, I'd rather believe a sow can climb a tree than believe a man isn't lustful."
Zhang Lan said with an experienced look, glancing sideways at Zhang Xiaomeng.
Upon hearing this, Zhang Xiaomeng laughed too. Half-seriously, half-mockingly he said,
