"Su Mengqing, are you out of your mind? Who said Lin Fan is not capable?"
Yuan Youwei appeared stunned for a moment, then burst into laughter, looking utterly charming.
"Hmph, isn't it so? I've been married to him for four years, tell me, which normal man could resist facing me, Su Mengqing?"
Su Mengqing asked loudly, rather angry and annoyed.
Especially seeing Yuan Youwei laughing more and more joyfully.
She became increasingly furious, feeling inexplicably tense inside.
"Have you ever considered that this is entirely your problem?"
Yuan Youwei's laughter subsided, and she couldn't help but curl her red lips slightly, revealing a trace of undisguised mockery.
"As it's said, 'A man dies for a confidant, a woman dresses for someone who admires her.' If Lin Fan doesn't touch you, it only shows that your charm isn't sufficient to move him."
"Phoenix won't rest without a Chinese parasol tree; Lin Fan just has high standards, not that he's incapable, oh."
