Zhang Xiaoshan, who was riding his bike, said with a guilty conscience.
"Fight? Why on earth would my sister-in-law pick a fight with me?"
"Pfft."
Luo Meili pinched Zhang Xiaoshan's waist.
"You think I can't tell? A woman understands women best. Your sister-in-law likes you, she's obviously jealous."
This comment sent a shiver of fear through Zhang Xiaoshan.
How cunning Luo Meili was!
"Don't talk nonsense, how could that be possible with my sister-in-law?" Zhang Xiaoshan vehemently denied.
"Giggle giggle giggle."
Luo Meili laughed even more joyously.
"Do you even believe what you're saying? You may call her 'sister-in-law,' but she's only a few years older than you, plus she and your brother never even officially got married, let alone consummated the marriage. It was mentioned in passing—it's hardly a legitimate relationship as a sister-in-law."
"Moreover, every time she sees me, her eyes are full of hostility; she clearly sees me as a rival in love."
