"You didn't take shortcuts? If you're so cynical, why do you flaunt your family background so openly? We're cut from the same cloth, and I haven't said a word to you, so why are you blabbing at me?" Wen Qiao rolled her eyes at her, "Besides, it's none of your business if I take a shortcut through my own husband. Are you just jealous of me?"
Lin Ruochun's eyes widened, "Jealous of you? That's a laugh. What would I be jealous of?"
"Jealous that I have a husband and you don't."
"You're really shameless. You and Brother Jinghen aren't even married yet, and you're already calling him your husband."
"Yep, I'm shameless, and I'm going to call him that."
Saying so, Wen Qiao took out her phone, found Fu Jinghen's WeChat, pressed the voice message button, and with her eyes fixed on Lin Ruochun, sent a sweet "husband" out.
In the end, she proudly held up her phone as if to say, "What are you going to do about it?"
