The moment he heard that Xiang Yuan's wife was called Xiao Lingyue, Xiao He froze. For one instant, his heart seemed to stop beating. Then, coming back to himself, he burst out laughing.
"Worthy—pah! You Xiang bastard, keep that filthy dog mouth of yours respectful! Where do you see your wife here? You'd better stop spouting nonsense!"
Xiao He had already lost count of how many times Xiang Yuan had revealed his wolfish ambitions.
When they were privately bragging and bullshitting, Xiao He was broad-minded enough to let it go after cursing him a couple of times. But for him to spew such filthy words in front of Xiao Lingyue—he might tolerate it, but Xiao Lingyue certainly shouldn't have to!
What decent young lady could endure such shameless teasing?
And how did this thick-skinned bastard even have the nerve? Before opening his mouth, why didn't he piss into a puddle and take a good look at his own toad-like face?
If he couldn't piss, he only had to say the word. Xiao He had plenty to spare. After Xiang Yuan was done looking in the mirror, he could even mix mud with it and play.
Xiao He widened his eyes and glared viciously at Xiang Yuan. This joke had gone too far. He would give Xiang Yuan one chance to reorganize his words.
At the same time, he shot Xiao Lingyue a meaningful look.
No need to spare your brother's feelings. Your brother and that Xiang bastard are only brothers on the surface—give him a resounding slap and see if he still dares to talk nonsense next time.
The effect was mediocre. Xiao Lingyue did not understand in the slightest.
"Hehehe..."
Xiang Yuan stepped forward with animated brows and a beaming face, lifted an arm around Xiao Lingyue's slender waist,