Xu Qianli stretched his neck to glance at the message Zhang Xue had received and chuckled, teasing, "I say, disciple, auntie is quite eager, isn't she? She's even set the wedding date. Tell me, should I stop calling you disciple and start calling you wife?"
What... wife?
Zhang Xue felt a weird taste in her mouth as she listened and a wave of goosebumps washed over her. She quickly rolled her eyes at Xu Qianli.
"What wife? Who's your wife?"
"Just listen to you, as if I, Zhang Xue, am really going to marry you. Look at how vain you are! Listen well, even if I, Zhang Xue, were the dumbest and most foolish, I would never marry a stinky man like you. Look at you, from head to toe, what's there to praise? How are you worthy of me, Zhang Xue? Let me tell you, we have no chance, really no chance, don't even think about making a move on me..."
Zhang Xue relentlessly scolded Xu Qianli.
