You Are Not Qualified

Inside a very ordinary roadside café, An Yang and Comrade Xiao Qian sat across from each other while the heavy stream of traffic rolled past the floor-to-ceiling windows.

The two had only ordered cups of milk tea, speaking in low voices.

"It's so relaxing without that rabbit demon!"

"Husband, you're just speaking without feeling the burden. With the little rabbit's alluring appearance, countless people dream of tasting her favors, yet husband still complains that she's too clingy."

"What's the use of good looks? You can't eat it anyway."

"This concubine certainly didn't stop husband from eating..."

"Ah? How cruel!"

"... " Xiao Qian was instantly at a loss for words.

Just then, An Yang frowned, seeing two figures walk into the café, one of whom was precisely Tang Xinduo.

There was also a middle-aged man who looked somewhat similar to Tang Xinduo. Several bodyguards followed behind them, but the bodyguards stopped at the doorway while the remaining two walked straight toward him.

"What is it, husband?"

Comrade Xiao Qian saw his expression change slightly, turned her head, and followed his gaze. "Who are these two?"

At the same time, Tang Xinduo also saw Xiao Qian. His eyes went straight in an instant, and even his steps paused slightly.

At this moment, Comrade Xiao Qian was dressed coolly and had intentionally dolled herself up. Her white, loose dress was very fashionable, and on her feet were a pair of exquisite flat-soled strappy sandals. Seen from behind, her long hair draped over her shoulders and her silhouette appeared slender and graceful, exuding a very quiet and intellectual beauty. The moment she turned her head, her light-makeup-adorned face looked like a banished fairy who did not eat mortal food, gentle and ethereal.

Only when they drew closer could one see that her snowy,