Qiao Ran never expected that Han Mo, the drama king, would bring up such matters openly with Aunt Li and do so with a straight face, calm heart, and steady breath.
For a moment, Qiao Ran was stunned, feeling charred on the outside and tender inside, trembling slightly with anger, unable to say a word.
This shameless man, since when did his skin become so thick?
Seeing Qiao Ran's face turning red again and again and her body trembling slightly, Aunt Li quickly angrily punched Han Mo a few times on the back.
"You brat, you're too much! You should do less and not do what girls don't like. Everything should have a limit. The madam is petite, how can she withstand you, over six feet tall, wanting it every day?"
Aunt Li said, holding Qiao Ran's hand, stepping aside, and earnestly whispering, "Madam, couples fight at the head of the bed and reconcile at the foot. Moving out to live separately is the last thing you should do; once separated, emotions can easily fade.