"Pfft—" Bai Lang, who was drinking tea, couldn't help but spit it out.
The others were all stunned!
Clever boy, such bold words.
Shang Shi glared angrily, "Yun, what nonsense are you spouting? My young master isn't married yet, where does a wife come from? And what do you mean by 'wife-slave'? You're insulting my young master too much!"
Mo Jun coughed awkwardly, "Well, actually he and I..."
"So you have an issue with that?" Hao Yansen suddenly stared at Yun Long.
"Pfft—" The remainder of the tea that Bai Lang had barely managed to hold back in his mouth finally spat out completely.
The rigid expression on Shang Shi's face instantly cracked: Young master, why must you always slap my face!
Mo Jun stared at Hao Yansen in astonishment, he, he was admitting it?!
Ahhh, Mo Jun almost leapt up in excitement...
Yun Long looked aggrieved, "I do have a bit of an issue, but you're the boss, what you say goes..."