Wang Chengren was still caught up in his suspicions and anger that his wife might be cheating on him. He hadn't paid the slightest attention to Xu Huo's question. His gaze scraped over the faces before him one by one, his suppressed fury seeming to search for an outlet. But when he saw that, though they still looked human, they were completely different from their own kind—and that there wasn't a trace of pity for him in their eyes—he suddenly calmed down.
"Impossible!" he said with conviction. "Nannan hates Xiaohui's father. She's bad-mouthed him to me more than once. She even said that men turn bad once they have money. Xiaohui's father would definitely turn bad too... How could she possibly be attracted to him?"
"She isn't attracted to him, so she must be attracted to you, right?" the female Player scoffed. "I hate to break it to you, but Wang Xiaohui's father is rich, handsome, and highly educated. Anyone who can make that much money must have some ability, too. What outstanding qualities do you have compared to him?"
"What do you mean, what qualities?" Wang Chengren cried, worked up. "I do whatever Nannan wants. If she wants money, I give her money. There are so many women out there who want to throw themselves at me, and I've turned them all down. My feelings for her are genuine!"
The female Player fell silent for a moment. "That does count as a good quality."
"Wang Xiaohui's mother," Xu Huo reminded him.
Wang Chengren's mood sank a little, evidently because he also felt that his good qualities weren't all that outstanding. "Xiaohui's mother has a very good temper. She's gentle with everyone and never says a harsh word to Xiaohui's father. She seems kind of boring, not as lively as