Vincent clicked his tongue as he looked at Ethan in disdain.
“Bastard. Are you boasting about your love life?” Vincent asked in an irritated tone. “Let me tell you, if I didn’t get my wife pregnant on our first try, I would definitely have hundreds of beautiful lad—ladybugs! You know, I like ladybugs. They are beautiful, and they also come in different colors.”
The extremely handsome man looked anxiously in his West, where he could sense a cold gaze being aimed in his direction. Every time he mentioned anything about other women, his wife would immediately know about it and check to see whether he was cheating on her.
She even said that if she found out that he was cheating on her, she would cut off little Vincent, leaving Big Vincent in a very sad state.
“I don’t understand,” Ethan replied. “I am not talking about Ladybugs, Mr. Vincent.”
“Shut up, boy!” Vincent replied. “Can’t you read the mood? I hate Ladies’ Men like you the most!”