In Xia Wan'an's impression, Wen Qing was a very decent person who seldom spoke such words.
She was first taken aback by Wen Qing's surprising words, then looked at her with bewilderment, blinking her innocent and bewildered eyes: "Pervert? Big sexy woman?"
Wen Qing nodded calmly and kindly.
Xia Wan'an was still confused. She glanced at Wen Qing, then Wen Xin, and finally put her hope on Wen Xin: "Aunt Xin, what does...sister mean by that?"
Wen Xin suppressed the smile at the corner of her lips: "What do you think?"
"Me?" Xia Wan'an pursed her lips, "Aunt Xin, you're hilarious. If I could figure it out, would I still need to ask you?"
"A joke? I'm not joking! You know better than anyone what your sister meant! After all, you're the original author!"
"Huh? I'm the author?" Xia Wan'an was taken aback by Wen Xin's words.
"What? Are you backing out of the words you said?" Wen Xin feigned annoyance, glaring at Xia Wan'an.