A smooth alabaster arm stretched out from the room, and its owner skillfully lit a cigarette for herself, casting a sidelong glance at the man with a grim face next to her.
With a slight nasal tone, she complained:
The man took several heavy breaths and said angrily, "What's going on with your husband? He's hiding so many things from you, don't you care at all?"
"Care about what?"
Sun Qingrou rolled her eyes at the man and said, "He even allows me to be with you, do you think there could be any deep feelings between us? As long as he hands over all his apparent salary, I can't be bothered with what he's doing outside… We're both husband and wife, but we're just living together…"
"But the person you're living with has set me up."
The man said angrily, "I made a deal with him, I've already given him what he wanted, but what I want… he hasn't given me yet."
"How is he supposed to give it to you when he's dead?"
