Considering Chu Xinian's reputation, even though Wuzi tried hard to speak tactfully, his sympathetic and inquisitive gaze was more annoying than being blunt. Not beating him up on the spot was already Chu Xinian showing mercy.
Chu Xinian side-glanced at Wuzi, who was laughing awkwardly, and curled his lips in a half-smile: "Do they all know?"
No wonder when he met with these friends recently, their gazes at him seemed off as if they saw a vast green field above his head.
"Ah, well..."
Wuzi scratched his head, coughed, and cautiously looked at him: "Brother Xinian, as they say, there's no shortage of grass elsewhere in the world, why focus on one flower? You have the status, changing to another should be easy. Speaking of which, my second sister still has an eye on you..."
"Spare me."
Chu Xinian smiled indifferently and said, "Your second sister should be left for her future husband. Besides her, I want no one else."
