Huangfu Yinxuan realized belatedly that the atmosphere wasn't right. He stiffened his neck and turned around, seeing his fierce elder brother laughing sinisterly at him!
Frightened, he quickly turned around, directly fell off the sofa, but still moved swiftly to escape.
Of course, no matter how fast he was, he couldn't beat Huangfu Yincheng, who grabbed Yinxuan's collar, his voice cold as the Arctic, "Repeat what you just said for me."
Yinxuan struggled twice, realizing he couldn't escape from his brother's grip, so he quickly defended himself, "Brother, I was helping you just now."
Yincheng sneered, looking leisurely at him, "Oh, then why don't you tell me how you're helping with a washboard."
"Brother, a washboard is for every henpecked husband..." Yinxuan realized he said something wrong and immediately changed his words, "A washboard is an essential item for every good husband. If you don't want one, then does that mean you don't want to be a good husband?"
