Real Man

When Qiao Yushan thought about what Su Han had said before, that he didn't like her and that forced marriage wasn't sweet, telling her not to think too much, a hint of anger gradually welled up in Qiao Yushan's heart.

"Hmph, who cares!" Qiao Yushan turned off the TV and trod on her cute fluffy slippers. She went upstairs and entered her room, closing the door tightly.

Wu Ma walked into the living room and tidied up the pillows on the sofa, arranging them neatly with a smile on her face.

"Since the Young Master is here, this house has become livelier."

After Su Han took a shower, he washed away the smell of alcohol and tobacco. He really didn't like places like nightclubs. When he thought of everything that had happened in the KTV, he still felt somewhat helpless.