"Uh, what? Thinking about a wife? No, no way," Lin Fei said, waving his hands.
"Oh, silly San, you’re talking very strangely today. Whenever I asked you before, you’d always say, 'I am your wife.' What’s gotten into you today?"
Cuihong felt more and more that the silly San of today was different; he didn't seem much like a fool at all.
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