Mu Tingfeng's expression slightly darkened. "Why?"
"Why? Isn't it obvious?" Zhao Youlin sneered as if she finally found a channel to vent out her anger. She spewed out Mu Tingfeng's weaknesses without hesitation, "Who always has a woodblock for a face, and whose smiles are as rare as a blue moon?! It's as if his facial muscles are all stiff. Who would want to stay with a person like that?!"
The person whose facial muscles were all stiff, fell speechless...
"Who would want to be with scum who does not come home even once in half a month?! And see the scum with his mistress when seeing him was already rarer than a phoenix!"
The scum was speechless...
"Above all, you're impotent! Who would want to ruin the rest of her life by marrying a man who seems good in bed, but is lousy, only has a pretty face, but is useless because he can't get it up?!"
The man who had a pretty face, but was useless because he could not get it up, fell speechless...
