Early the next morning, Nan Mufeng and Jian Xi came downstairs one after another, with Yu Ling and Old Master Nan already having breakfast.
The two were chatting about something that seemed quite enjoyable, and Ailin sat quietly on the side, smiling from time to time.
The scene was pretty... unique!
Nan Mufeng felt a bad premonition rising in his heart. He whispered to Jian Xi, "Wife, shouldn't you deal with Ailin?"
"Why?" Jian Xi feigned confusion.
"Don't you think she fancies your man?" Nan Mufeng's lips pursed displeasedly.
"Does she?" Jian Xi continued to play dumb, "And do you fancy her?"
Nan Mufeng snorted, "I've always regarded her as a man."
"Pfft!" Jian Xi couldn't help but laugh, "Then that's settled."
Nan Mufeng: "..."
Used to be so jealous in the past, why so calm now?
"Wife, this isn't right! Our home shouldn't have the presence of other young women. Especially ones who harbor thoughts about your man."