Out of consideration for her husband's face, Hu Xiaotong mustered a dry smile and said, "Hu, good to see you."
"Good, good!"
Zhang Kehu stroked his chin with a lecherous grin, "Wan, you're a lucky man! If I could marry a wife like your sister-in-law, I definitely wouldn't have ended up in jail; I would just die in bed, haha..."
Feeling harassed like that to her face, Hu Xiaotong was about to lose her temper, but Wan Xingping just laughed it off and said, "Hu is really a man of temperament, crude words but sound logic."
Zhang Kehu's laughter grew even louder, his hefty pectorals quivering under his tank top, making Hu Xiaotong feel nauseous. She snapped, "Are you leaving or not? If not, I'm going first."
Having said that, she turned and got into the car.
"Women have big tempers; don't mind her, Hu. Let's leave it here for today, and we'll get in touch later. I owe you a drink, brother."