The junior sister's man...
Qin Song raised an eyebrow, wondering what kind of man it would take to make Jin Zelin lose face like this.
Could he possibly have three heads and six arms?
"The junior sister's man, who?"
"Shen Yufeng!"
Qin Song: "..."
Over there, Jin Zelin was on the verge of tears.
"Elder martial brother, the moment I got off the plane, that guy gave me a warning, telling me not to lay hands on his woman. Damn... I just flicked her head and instantly wanted to pinch her face..."
Qin Song: "..."
If that's not considered laying hands, then what is?
"So, did you get to pinch her?"
"I didn't manage to pinch junior sister's face, but Shen Yufeng almost crushed my wrist, that's for sure!"
Jin Zelin began to pour out his woes to his elder martial brother, not forgetting to mention the WeChat conversation he had last night that Shen Yufeng had interrupted.
The corner of Qin Song's mouth twitched.
"Serves you right! Who told you to be so mouthy!"
