Chen Xuan chuckled and waved his hand, "My hand's too small, can't quite hold it."
Yang Leshan understood immediately, her face turning red, "I'm talking serious business, stop fooling around."
"Which of my words was fooling around? I was just saying my hand's too small to hold onto opportunities. What did you think I meant?" Chen Xuan said with a playful smile.
"I..." Yang Leshan shot him a glare, "Don't think I can't catch the hidden meaning in your words. Just answer me—how about being my boyfriend?"
"Not so good." Chen Xuan smacked his lips, "Because I already have a wife, and two other women who I'm particularly close with."
Hmm?
Yang Leshan stared at him blankly, "Chen Xuan, if you're going to make up stories, could you at least be a bit more serious?"
"Which one is your wife? Go ahead and tell me."
Chen Xuan pouted, "Does it make a difference? It's not related to you anyway."
