Ye Xiong finally understood the meaning of shooting oneself in the foot.
He had just been joking with Zhang Liyan, teasing her so she would give up and stop pestering him. He never dreamed that he would be so thoroughly outmaneuvered.
"You don't really believe her, do you?" Ye Xiong asked Yang Xinyi weakly.
"I do." Yang Xinyi nodded emphatically. "It's exactly your style. There's no other man in the world who would say something so shameless."
This is getting out of hand.
"Honey..."
"I'm not your wife."
"Xinyi, you know I like to joke around. I was just teasing her."
Seeing Yang Xinyi getting angry, Ye Xiong pointed at Zhang Liyan and said, "Look at her! A tiny butt, small breasts, and short hair—she looks like a Demon. Do you really think I'd be into a woman like that?"
Now it was Zhang Liyan's turn for her face to turn blacker than a black hole. In all her years as a celebrity, she had faced a lot of criticism, but she had never been insulted so viciously.
