Su Muqing gave Xiao Han a dumbfounding answer: he should go pick up girls.
"Wife, are you running a fever?" Xiao Han couldn't help but touch Su Muqing's forehead. All seemed normal, no issues whatsoever.
It made him somewhat exasperated. How could she come up with such an idea for him to pick up girls? That's not normal, is it?
"That's right, have you pick up girls, seduce that smelly woman, then dump her," Su Muqing said through clenched teeth.
Xiao Han was puzzled. To come up with such a venomous plan, how much hatred did it require?
"What exactly did that woman do to cross you? And even if you want to get back at her, there's no need to send me, your husband, out there, right? I'm a very faithful man," Xiao Han said without a trace of embarrassment.
Three women looked at Xiao Han with disdain at the same time. If this guy were faithful, then sows would climb trees. No, they would fly.
