"Wife." Han Xiangyang was almost in tears.
Shen Mengqi couldn't hear his grievance at all, and kept talking to herself, "An Liyang is An Nan's brother, the Young Master of the An Family, and someone An Nan cares a lot about. Now Young Master Lin is asking you to investigate this person, it must be related to An Nan. So hurry up and don't delay."
An Nan, An Nan, it's always An Nan.
The more Han Xiayang listened, the more aggrieved he felt. How did he, as a boyfriend, feel less important than An Nan? He had asked this question repeatedly many times, only to be met with a heavy blow each time.
This little woman answered him directly without any disguise, "Yeah, you're definitely not as important as An Nan."
Eventually, he stopped asking such silly questions, because it was a heavy blow to him. In his girlfriend's heart, he couldn't even compare to a woman. This could hardly be defined as a blow; it was more like a fatal strike.
