"You really have no taste," Wen Nuan bluntly concluded.
"... Miss Wen, I like you so much, go for it, take him down, trample him."
Wen Nuan looked up at the ceiling. Which girlfriend would let the other woman take down her boyfriend? Was she unable to keep up with the times?
Whimper... It was Wen Nuanlei's turn now.
"I have high standards, and I don't think he's good enough," Wen Nuan decisively replied.
The other party laughed heartily and chatted with Wen Nuan for a while.
"By the way, Feimo has a severe gastric illness. He just got off the plane, and I think he hasn't eaten anything tonight. Could you cook something for him? Noodles, porridge, anything is fine, just don't let him go hungry."
"Ah... Gastric illness? He looks strong enough to kill a bull." The thought of Ye Feimo's bravery earlier didn't give her any clue about his gastric illness.
