Yan Ge was alarmed by her sudden outburst of foul words. When he could finally react, he frowned and asked, "You say you're a 36C, but why does it look like a 32A to me?"
Fang Erlan was infuriated. She obviously was not so dumb as to let him feel it, so she just grunted, "Yes, yes, yes. If I look like a 32A to you, so be it. I hope you get what you wish for and find a wife with a 40 cup in the future. I'm going to sleep now!"
In the past, if she said that, he would turn to leave. But now, he merely stood there, remaining as still as a statue.
All of a sudden, Fang Erlan's phone rang. It was a call from Mei Yangyang.
"Hello, Sis."
"I've already sent my men to follow around Jing Yang twenty-four hours a day. When they manage to capture him and his cash cow together, we'll release photos of it. So, for these few days, don't look at those online criticisms lest they affect your mood for filming. Just wait for his scandal to be released."
