"That's right," Zhan Moxiao said with a hint of pride, "If I'm a tiger, how can my wife be a bug? I've told you before, Lin Ziran is not interested in you, yet you insist on provoking the tigress. You should feel lucky that today Lin Ziran had no strength to vomit, or else it would have been a mixed doubles beatdown, guaranteed to leave you too scared to flirt for half a year."
Qin Qingnan looked utterly dejected, "What kind of man does Xiao Ran actually like?"
Just like Ou Lan, Lin Ziran also liked the type of handsome man that Baili Mu was, but Zhan Moxiao was unwilling to say it; he didn't want to mention Baili Mu at all, because every time he did, he felt a surge of jealousy.
...
On one side, the two brothers were treating Qin Qingnan's wounds, and on the other, Ou Lan was escorting Lin Ziran to her car.
