Shen Wenyue gave him a sharp look; she said it was like, not that it was.
Song Xiuluan happened to overhear their conversation and gestured at Yan Chong a few times, "You're supposed to be a top lawyer, but you really don't know how to talk! Xiaoyue, ditch him, and I'll introduce you to someone who can sweet-talk."
Yan Chong quickly said, "Yueyue, don't listen to the boss; you can't trust men who are good with sweet words!"
Friends who joke are friends who joke, never with good intentions.
Shen Wenyue snorted twice, "At least sweet talk can make me feel happy, unlike you, who can't expect wisdom from a dog's mouth!"
Song Xiuluan laughed so hard he was bending over, "Exactly, you can't expect wisdom from a dog's mouth!"
Zhao Lin glared at him, "Shut up! Maybe Xiaoyue was talking about you! Everyone be quiet, Fu Sheng and Qingqing are on stage."
