"Sis, in my heart, you're always the most beautiful woman in the world. No matter which man you choose, he's definitely lucky fortune brought by his ancestors burning incense for eight generations!"
Martial Saint hurried to make amends, or rather seized the chance to express his true feelings.
It's got to be said.
Though it seems overly flattering, it's quite touching.
The meaning of having a second or third child is right here.
"Don't make me say it again."
"Got it!"
Martial Saint accepted the decree, not daring to dawdle any longer. Regardless of how fiercely his father Wu Guangjiang would grumble, it always amounted to much thunder but little rain, never touching a hair on him. But his older sister was different.
He had no doubt that his sister could decisively break his leg and then fix it up afterwards.
He didn't even dare to say goodbye to his sister and hastily hung up the phone.
On the other side.
