Upon hearing "my wife," Lin Qiao didn't think elsewhere; her first reaction was that the antagonist was naively simple.
However, as soon as Song Tingfan spoke, he realized he shouldn't use "my wife." "My wife" doesn't mean sister-in-law; it means wife. He hurriedly explained, "Sister-in-law isn't my wife; she's family, very close family. I like sister-in-law."
"Really, sister-in-law, I really like you."
The young man's eyes were pure and sincere, without a trace of impurity.
If teased further, his face would probably turn as red as a monkey's butt. Lin Qiao blinked gently, her face full of smiles, "I really like you too, little uncle."
"I really like you too, little uncle," echoed in Song Tingfan's mind, his heart fluttering like a deer, unable to hide his joy, sister-in-law likes him.
Sister-in-law doesn't dislike him anymore.
He raised his eyebrows, "Sister-in-law, be careful, the path is narrow."
Lin Qiao nodded in agreement.
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