Zeng Haiyan's gaze swept back and forth between Wei Zijin and Wang Xiaoliang.
She looked at Wei Zijin again, her finger almost poking Wang Xiaoliang in the nose.
"Him?"
Wei Zijin nodded with a smile, her eyes full of tenderness as she looked at Wang Xiaoliang.
Wang Xiaoliang felt a little awkward and forced a smile. "Am I really that bad?"
"Yes!" Zeng Haiyan answered firmly, without a moment's hesitation. "You're nowhere near good enough for Zijin."
She really wasn't leaving him a shred of dignity.
Wang Xiaoliang's heart gave a jolt, not because she had put him down, but because she had been so blunt that he didn't know how to respond.
He looked to Wei Zijin for help.
But Wei Zijin simply watched him with a smile, seemingly waiting to see how he would handle it.
Wang Xiaoliang could only bite the bullet and say to Zeng Haiyan, half joking and half serious, "We were college classmates, at least. Save me a little dignity in front of my wife."
"Disgusting!" Zeng Haiyan made an exaggerated gagging motion. "Who's your wife? Nothing's settled yet, and you're already calling her 'my wife' this and 'my wife' that. You've got some nerve."
Wei Zijin finally couldn't help giving Wang Xiaoliang a light punch. "Always running that mouth," she chided.
Then she turned to Zeng Haiyan and took her arm. "All right, all right, stop scaring him. Come on, let Xiaoliang buy you a meal, and you can tell me exactly what he did to you."
"No." Zeng Haiyan shook her head, declining the invitation. "Not today. Another day."
"My mom just got out of the hospital. Today's her first day helping me watch the stall, and I'm worried. What if she can't handle the rush or wears herself out?"
As she