If Ye Zhan doesn't deliver a satisfactory answer today, he can forget about entering this door.
All eyes gathered on Ye Zhan, who was holding Zirui.
He was relaxed and composed, his expression gentle, showing no embarrassment or anger at being put on the spot by Zinan.
Wen Ziyang, who had been standing at the back, suddenly moved to the front, his eyes curiously fixed on Ye Zhan's handsome face, "Cousin-in-law, there aren't many people here, so be honest with us. Before you liked Sister Momo, how many girls did you like, how many girlfriends did you have, and how far did things go, hmm?"
It's often said that women gossip.
But when men gossip, they do it just as thoroughly.
Indeed, there was no one else at the living room entrance, just them few.
Zinan glanced at Ziyang, then turned to Zhang Minghui, "Brother Little Hui, aren't you going to say something?"
