Qin Youbei was so excited that she suddenly stood up and pointed at Tao Siran, saying, "I'm telling you, don't even think about Jiujiu, or I'll have your brother beat you up!!"
"Sister-in-law, be careful!" Tao Siran was startled.
It wasn't Qin Youbei's threat that scared him, but her sudden and rapid movement. If anything unexpected happened in their conversation, his brother really might beat him up.
Qin Youbei sat back down: "Remember, you can't have designs on Jiujiu."
Tao Siran had three dark lines across his forehead: "I have high standards for someone else. They must be very beautiful."
Qin Youbei said angrily, "Our Jiujiu isn't bad, okay? She looks very pretty when she dresses up. Hmph, are you dissing her?"
Tao Siran felt wronged. He kept a gentle smile on his face, "I'm not dissing her. I'm just saying my requirements. My partner must be beautiful and have long legs."
For a moment, Qin Youbei thought she misheard: "What?"
