As soon as Liu Haiguo heard the dissatisfaction in Wang Xueyong's words, he hurriedly said, "You know my sister has feelings for you, what do you think in your heart? Do you have feelings for my sister? Gao Jiaxing is already married, my son was born, and you're not getting any younger. It's time you got married too."
"Mr. Haiguo, your sister and I are not possible," Wang Xueyong said bluntly, sneering inside, thinking that a woman, divorced and unattractive, dreaming of marrying him, was deluded.
Liu Haiguo's face showed embarrassment since Wang Xueyong wasn't interested in his sister, then what was he doing flirting with her.
"But you and my sister?"
Liu Haiguo hadn't finished speaking when Wang Xueyong cut him off, "It's not like that between me and your sister."
Liu Haiguo didn't intend to ask any further, but Mrs. Liu appeared at the door, motioning with her eyes toward Liu Haiguo, who then said, "Do you mind that my sister has been married before and has a child?"
