"Huh?"
Chen Tianlong was left speechless by Mengting's words. Clearly, this was his wife suggesting he take a concubine. How was Chen Tianlong supposed to handle that?
"Come on, why are you just standing there?"
Wu Mengting looked at Chen Tianlong, who seemed dazed and bewildered. She had already laid everything out, yet he still wasn't taking action. Anxiously, she walked over herself and, without saying a word, directly pulled Pure Yang Feifei over. "Alright, I've brought her here, why don't you give her a hug?"
At this moment, Pure Yang Feifei lowered her head, feeling as if the first wife had caught her red-handed. She was terribly embarrassed.
"Hmph, if you're shy, then I'll do the hugging."
As Wu Mengting spoke, she took Pure Yang Feifei into her arms. The two were about the same height and both slender, making them look like sisters when embraced together.
"Ah, Mengting, what's going on?"
