Chen Yang got a firsthand taste of the women's jealousy. He quickly embraced Ma Xiaorong and pulled Li Yan into the house. After all, it wouldn't be good for Ma Xiaorong if the neighbors saw or heard them.
"Hmph." Like a victorious little hen, Ma Xiaorong puffed up her chest proudly, leaning against Chen Yang and smirking at Li Yan.
Li Yan could only feel helpless.
Indeed, on this matter, she was no match for Ma Xiaorong. Her daughter was still in her third year of high school. If she divorced Zhang Qingliang now, she was afraid it would affect the girl's university entrance exams.
The door shut with a bang.
Brimming with longing and excitement, Ma Xiaorong couldn't hold back any longer. She hung on Chen Yang, wrapping her arms tightly around his neck. Her pink lips pressed against his as she began demanding a kiss. "Xiao Yang, kiss me, quick! I've missed you to death."
