Her boastful tone made it obvious she was showing off.
Showing off that she had married a wonderful husband—one who was better and more outstanding than Fang Yue in every respect.
"Thank you, Senior Sister." Fang Yue kept his smile.
He wasn't angry. He knew what kind of person Zhang Shu was, so he didn't stoop to her level.
Of course, this was also out of respect for Zhang Boyang. Otherwise, Fang Yue wouldn't have given a self-important woman like Zhang Shu the time of day.
"Hmph. If you ever change your mind, Junior Brother Fang, feel free to come and find me."
Zhang Shu immediately held her head high and strutted off like a victorious rooster.
Fang Yue simply shook his head. 'With a personality like that, she's bound to get into trouble sooner or later.'
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A short while later, Fang Yue found Ms. Chen in the bustling temple fair market, and they ordered lunch from a small stall.
Duck blood vermicelli soup and crispy duck-fat pastries.
