An Ge wanted to say she felt nauseated, but she certainly couldn't say it out loud.
So she nodded cooperatively at him, "Of course I'd be jealous. No wife would be happy about her husband going out to have a fling with another woman, unless that wife doesn't love her husband at all."
"We have nothing," was Huo Shaoyan's explanation to An Ge.
An Ge curled her lips in a feigned smile-like expression, "Oh, it's that she wanted to have something with you, but you kept some moral bottom line, so nothing happened?"
Huo Shaoyan frowned and said with displeasure, "Xinxin is Xiaoqi's relative, and she's only eighteen this year. I'm not that much of a beast."