Seeing that Liu Yue, the sales associate, looked troubled, Song Xiaodong didn't make it difficult for her and said, "You go ahead and do your thing. We'll just look at these pictures, and you can come and attend to us after you're done."
Liu Yue immediately expressed her gratitude, "Thank you, sir. I'll be right back."
Song Xiaodong smiled but didn't bother to argue with that pretentious guy. At such an old age, finding such a young wife and liking to show off seemed pretty normal.
The two hadn't walked away when Xiao Yingying curiously asked, "Brother Xiaodong, is that what they call a 'mistress' in the novels?"
Xiao Yingying's voice wasn't loud, but the man and woman heard her perfectly clear.
Song Xiaodong was somewhat speechless. Xiao Yingying was so naive and completely lacking in cunning; to speak such words openly was tantamount to slapping someone in the face.
