I'll Hug Your Thigh

Seeing this, Gong Yifeng seized the opportunity to fan the flames. "Second Brother, I can guarantee with my gender that this trending search is true. There's absolutely no lie!"

"And then?"

Gong Yifeng scratched his head.

What the f*ck was there?

"Of course, you must get a divorce. An unconditional divorce! Her reputation is worse than a rotten egg. She's not worthy of you at all. Second Brother, you can't be a fresh flower stuck in her pile of cow dung!"

Gong Mingye narrowed his eyes and glanced at him coldly.

Instantly, Gong Yifeng sat upright like a primary school student, not daring to fart.

At that moment, the sound of footsteps rang out. Gu Wan'an came down from upstairs.

She walked to the dining table and sat down. She rubbed her stomach and asked for a bowl of porridge.