Two seconds later, she turned her head back, "Bro, when exactly can you win over Wen Qiao?"
"You go ask her," Fu Jinghen said, "and see when she's willing to let me win her over."
Lin Ruochun: "..."
Sorry, she shouldn't have asked that question.
It was like asking for dog food.
Fu Jinghen put down his cup and stood up: "I'll go check on her."
Qin Xiang called out from behind, "Do you have to be so clingy? Your wife went to the ladies' room, which you can't even enter. What's the point of going over there?"
"I'm afraid she can't find it well."
Qin Xiang snorted, then felt his leg get kicked.
He looked at Lin Ruochun sitting opposite him, "Why did you kick me?"
"Because I'm annoyed at you," Lin Ruochun said sternly, her tone cold, "I kicked because I felt like it. What's it to you? Any objections?"
"None at all," Qin Xiang said with a smile, shaking his head, "As long as you're happy, kick however you want."
Lin Ruochun huffed and turned her head away.
