In the dance club.
Li Qianrui quickly twisted her hands and waist as she looked at Mi Yao, "Mi Yao, what are you spacing out for? Start dancing, let's dance together."
Well, if it's dancing, Mi Yao was fearless.
Mi Yao pulled the hairband from her hair and then flicked her hair, dancing alluringly.
"Oh oh!" Li Qianrui yelled happily twice.
"Qian Rui," because it was so noisy here, Mi Yao had to raise her voice for Li Qianrui to hear her, "how is your relationship with your husband?"
Li Qianrui giggled twice and then wiggled her little pinky left and right, "Not good! We've been married for two years, and besides communication in bed, we hardly talk. But, you know, he's really generous. He makes a good show of it—every anniversary, every holiday, he tells his secretary to buy gifts, and he even regularly takes me back to see my parents. My parents even say, look how great Zhou Jin is, but actually, he's crap!"
Li Qianrui cursed.
