Below the old residential building, a shared bicycle came to a stop.
At the front, Qin Hao got off first, stretched lazily, then started doing exercises: "There's going to be a big fight later, I just wonder if my old back will be healthy tomorrow."
Bi Fang, who had just locked the car, blushed deeply. Though she appeared bold on the surface, she was still a maiden inexperienced in worldly matters, unable to match Qin Hao in dirty jokes.
So she chose to remain bashfully silent, which only intrigued Qin Hao more.
Apologizing in his heart to the women in his inner garden, he took a deep breath, ready to step into the building, when his phone suddenly rang loudly.
Damn, you've got to be kidding!
Fang Xuan inwardly panicked, wanting to throw his phone away in annoyance, but Bi Fang asked, "Why aren't you answering it?"
Qin Hao, feigning arrogance, said, "Answer for what, today is my and my wife's wedding night, and no one is allowed to disturb it."
"Smooth talker!"
