Chen Fan was speechless; he had hoped that after growing up, his cousin's character would have improved, but to his dismay, years had passed and nothing seemed to have changed.
Before he could even open his mouth, Su Qingyan next to him snorted disdainfully, "Pfft, as if anyone is keen to hang out with you."
Wang Shihao froze, looking at Su Qingyan with disbelief and asked, "Beauty, are ... are you with this guy?"
He initially thought Su Qingyan, with her exquisite beauty and unearthly demeanor, was someone Chen Fan, the sleazy loser, had approached deliberately just to stand next to.
Su Qingyan took Chen Fan's arm directly, "He is my husband. What's the problem, any issues with that?"
Not only was Wang Shihao shocked at this, even Chen Fan himself was wide-eyed in surprise.
The word "husband" was the first time Su Qingyan used it, and upon hearing it, Chen Fan felt as if a current ran through his body, a tingling sensation, quite an odd feeling.
