"When the words 'someone' come from the mouth of a beautiful woman, it can make a person's bones tingle with delight, but when they come from Song Wuliang's mouth, they inexplicably send shivers down one's spine."
Fang Yi wished he could go over and kick the fat man twice, but Song Wuliang seemed to sense something and kept his distance.
In light of this, Fang Yi couldn't be bothered to move; he propped his feet on the coffee table and leaned back on the sofa, settling into a comfortable posture.
Before long, Qian'er had finished preparing the meal, and Song Wuliang went over to fawn over her, first offering tissues to wipe the sweat off the young girl's face, making small talk and even asking if she wanted to take a bath. Fang Yi noticed that the girl's expression was becoming increasingly impatient.
