After they got into the car, Huo Xiaoran asked Xiao Yue uneasily, "How was your chat with Qiao An?"
Xiao Yue looked infatuated. "I really admire Qiao An more and more. She has the face of a fairy but the heart of a woman."
Huo Xiaoran was rarely excited. "Why?"
Xiao Yue said, "When Sister Qiao An encounters any difficulties, she doesn't want to rely on men. Instead, she wants to solve the problem herself."
Huo Xiaoran fell silent.
"She has to have a man to rely on, right?" Huo Zhou said, "With her taste, finding a husband is like pouring it out of a trash can. Each one is worse than the other."
Xiao Yue disagreed. "Qiao An's taste isn't that bad. Besides…" She suddenly realized that she had almost let it slip and quickly covered her mouth.
Huo Zhou and Huo Xiaoran heard something and looked at Xiao Yue at the same time.
