Su Yicheng squinted dangerously—

SECOND HUSBAND?

Then what was he?

Su Yicheng never wanted so much to steal other's love, and the love rivals he felt jealous of were two inanimate electronic products.

He leaned over and pulled Luo Xiaoxi's bag with a forced smile.

Luo Xiaoxi clung to it, cried, and protested. "No, don't touch my..."

"Behave, girl." Su Yicheng stroked Luo Xiaoxi's head, and he sounded ...