Deal With Han Yuanzhi

Han Yuanzhi had already brought Zhang Fei into his bedroom, but she was still hesitant to accept his offer. "Why did you choose me? Han Bingxing is much better than me, right? I'm so old, and some of my grandchildren are older than you."

"Haha." Zhang Fei walked behind Han Yuanzhi, hugged her from behind, and caressed her arms. "You may be old, but you are aging like a fine wine, and you are no less attractive than women my age. Since you saw all my wives during my marriage to Qin'er, you should know that some are older than you."

Han Yuanzhi naturally still remembered all those women, so she did not refute Zhang Fei's argument. "You should know that there are no free lunches, right? What can you give me if I accept your offer?"