Xu Ke was slightly taken aback, it's been a long time since he heard the term "househusband," and hearing it suddenly felt a bit unfamiliar. But the expression on Xu Ke's face seemed like tacit approval in the eyes of the man.
"I said, Lin Mengyao, back then you had so many men chasing you, many of whom were quality men like me. Whoever you chose, you could still be a rich lady now. Why did you end up choosing such a loser? What on earth is there to like about him? Is it his pretty-boy looks?" The man scrutinized Xu Ke from head to toe with a critical eye and spoke.
"I really didn't expect you to be such a shallow woman—you must be facing the consequences by now, right?" The man looked at Lin Mengyao with a face full of pity.
"What are you talking about?" Lin Mengyao was stunned by the conceited look on the man's face, speaking in disbelief.
