Nangong Xiu pouted and murmured, "You're really confident, huh? Don't you know how fierce these homewreckers can be nowadays? Once someone successfully steals your man, you won't even know where to cry. Get a bigger heart, sister."
Yan Luoxi heard her muttering but couldn't catch what she was saying, so she laughed, "What are you saying? I can't hear you."
Nangong Xiu straightened her expression, "Nothing, you still have me."
Exactly, she still had her. The wall she couldn't tear down back then wouldn't be torn down by Han Zhenzhen either.
Yan Luoxi didn't bother with her, and after feeding the two children, she carried Xiangxiang out to Nangong Xiu and headed downstairs with the Little Demon King, saying, "You're really stubborn, not even willing to come in and hold him for a bit."
Nangong Xiu looked awkward, "Why would I want to enter your and your husband's room?"
