Fu Jinqiao turned her head to look at Mu Qianfan, her eyes filled with reluctance, "He doesn't like men."
An Yan really wanted to laugh, "It's okay, I have a magic weapon, no man can escape from the palm of my hand."
Fu Jinqiao's eyes brimmed with a layer of mist, and with a hard squeeze, her tears pattered down.
Seeing this, An Yan decided not to joke with her anymore, having made the young girl cry.
She was about to speak when Fu Jinqiao solemnly said, "Then you must make him number 1, not 0. In my heart, he can only be a shit-stirrer, not the one getting stirred!"
An Yan burst out laughing, tears almost coming out from laughter.
Fu Jinqiao's face turned red with effort, "Why the hell are you laughing!"
She saw the other party laughing so hard, and poked her in the chest, the feeling was squishy and bouncy, her eyes widening, "You, you, you, what the hell are you!"
On the side, Mu Qianfan held his forehead, his wife really didn't seem too bright.