Meanwhile, Pang Zhengming and Li Xinxin had already returned to their room.

Li Xinxin was still indignant. "Hmph! This old woman is simply courting death. Letting her live is already letting her off easy! She actually called me Pigsy and said her daughter was the Seventh Fairy. Bah! What a piece of trash!"

"Zhengming, tell me honestly, is her daughter really that beautiful?" Li Xinxin crossed her arms and looked coldly at Pang Zhengming.

Pang Zhengming gave an awkward smile.

Can't you look in the mirror yourself?

Let alone Zhang Ailan's daughter, I'm afraid any female animal is prettier than you.

Although Pang Zhengming harbored resentment towards Lu Xueqing, he still felt that she was the most beautiful woman he had ever seen in his life.

"What are you laughing at? Do you also think that little vixen is prettier than me?" Li Xinxin retorted angrily.

"No, no!" Pang Zhengming waved his hands repeatedly, flattering, "My Xinxin is on par with Yang Guifei, fair-skinned and plump, so cute and adorable, how could that kind of lowly woman compare!"

Li Xinxin's expression softened a bit, and she snorted, "You're smart enough. Alright, alright, it's getting late. Let's take a shower and get some rest. Tomorrow I'm taking you to my cousin's party. Oh, and before we go to the party, let's go to the Civil Affairs Bureau and get our marriage certificate!"

"What? We're getting our marriage certificate tomorrow?" Pang Zhengming instinctively resisted.

Li Xinxin widened her eyes. "What? You don't want to?"

"No! No!" Pang Zhengming laughed awkwardly. "Of course I'd be willing!"

"That's good! Here's a reward for you!"

The next second, thick lips, like sausages, came up to meet her.

Waaaaah!

Next, poor Mingming had to bear pressure that she shouldn't have had to endure at her age.