At that moment, Fang Yi was sitting there smoking, a faint smile on his face like a clay figure, showing no temper at all, as if anyone could bully him.
Fang Yuying, on the other hand, seemed to have no idea what being a lady meant, as she sat with crossed legs. She wore tight black capris that revealed her creamy, smooth calves.
Encased in her sandals were a pair of crystal clear, snow-white feet.
In fact, Fang Yi had to admit that if one talked about charm, Fang Yuying possessed it strongly. Not just her mature and seductive air, but also her bold and carefree personality, which really made one want to dominate her. No man could remain unaffected.
However, Fang Yuying, being such a violent and barbaric tigress, was not suitable material for a wife. If one truly married her, one would probably end up bankrupt and constantly in the hospital, which deterred many suitors.
"Let me tell you a joke." Fang Yuying said.
"Uh-huh."