Bo Chengcheng looked at Jiang Yeqing's face. A slight sneer appeared in the corner of her lips before she looked away.
Bei Lun couldn't believe it. "No, your wife doesn't look very fine. Don't you love her?"
"Of course, I love her," Jiang Yeqing said casually as he smoked. Smiling, he continued, "However, if my lover doesn't see me soon, the situation won't be good. I can't only love her. There are others who need love too."
"Oh…" Bei Lun was disappointed. He was originally in a good mood, but his face turned cold. "You really are trash, then."
Seeing that, Jiang Yeqing smiled even wider.
"Oh." Jiang Yeqing wronged. "Bei Lun, you really hurt me with your words."
"Really?" Bei Lun sneered and turned the camera to Bo Chengcheng's face. "Look, what a pretty face."
After that, Bei Lun remarked, "Gale, let Jiang reevaluate whether his lover is more important or his wife is more important."
