Qin Hao showed a smile, counting on his fingers without knowing what he was calculating.
Yan Qingcheng was curious, she couldn't help but ask: "What are you doing?"
"I'm calculating that if you, senior sister, become my wife, where you would rank among them, maybe in the tens." Qin Hao said seriously.
This made Yan Qingcheng's face darken. This guy already had more than a dozen wives, truly a womanizer.
As for ranking in the tens, there was no need to think about it; she, Yan Qingcheng, could not share her husband with others.
"Don't even think about it. I won't like you, just see you as a junior, a friend. What I said earlier was purely a joke." Yan Qingcheng directly crushed Qin Hao's thoughts.
This made Qin Hao shake his head, and he said with a look of disappointment, "That's really a pity."
Seeing Qin Hao like this, Yan Qingcheng felt like kicking him.
But thinking about her purpose, Yan Qingcheng ultimately couldn't resist.
