Su Xingyu slung her bag over her shoulder, the large matte black equipment bag making her look even fairer and more delicate: "I have other plans, no thanks."
Ouyang Yi still blocked her path in the middle of the road, refusing to let her leave: "Other plans? Is it because your husband's jealous fit has flared up again?"
Su Xingyu was surprised: "How do you know?"
"This young master is precise in reading people," Ouyang Yi boasted, "A man like him who normally doesn't indulge in vices outside would throw a jealous fit over trivial matters and not give women a moment of freedom. As for me, I fully support you women; no matter what you want to do, I am your strong backer."
So, Ouyang, how many concubines do you have exactly?
Looking at the handsome man smiling as brilliantly as a peacock showing off, Su Xingyu waved her hand directly: "Stop getting ideas about a married woman like me, keep your tricks for deceiving little girls."
