Xu Youran's strange gaze made Xu Qianli's heart tighten, and she instinctively glanced at Zhao Mei.
"Hey, beauty, when did I ever have an affair with you, roll in the sheets, and meet up countless times? How come I don't know about it?"
He really didn't understand—this woman with an extremely spicy figure, especially those outrageously large breasts, a top-tier mature woman, had always just been teasing him. How come today, in front of others, she claimed they were involved, acting as if it were true, almost convincing him.
Could it be that she was up to some mischief?
Suddenly, Zhao Mei spoke up again, smiling at Xu Youran, "Look at me—not happy, having a husband who might as well not exist, so I found another man who cherishes me, and I'm living happily. Why don't you simply do the same, find someone for yourself?"
Find someone for herself?
Xu Youran stayed silent for a moment, then raised her head and responded seriously.
