"Chengzhou, you can teach sister-in-law, but I refuse to let you join the table," someone hastily said as they saw Ji Chengzhou approaching.
"I refuse too," someone immediately echoed, and after saying that, they turned their head to look at Li Jinyan, "Jinyan, make a stance."
Li Jinyan smiled and took the cigarette from the corner of his mouth, "I refuse."
Four people were playing cards, and three of them disagreed with switching players.
Sang Qian felt like crying, nearly losing her mind from defeat, her brain bewildered, and her legs trembling under the table, "Husband, they are ganging up to bully me."
Her expression was anxious, tinged with pitifulness, her tone slightly rising as if she was coquettishly complaining to him.
Especially the way she looked at him—wronged, trusting, vulnerably charming in her allure, beguiling without being aware of it.
