"But it's just as well. That Qiao Xi is really no good. It's lucky to have seen his true colors early. Otherwise, it would ruin Xiaowei's whole life."
Ye Che leaned against the black Ferrari, looking at Xia Weiyi's eyes sparkling, he couldn't help but find it amusing.
"You greedy little thing. You already have me, your husband, yet you're still not satisfied? Now you've taken a liking to someone else's castle?"
Xia Weiyi glanced at him, reiterating, "It's Xixi who likes it, it's your daughter who likes it!"
Ye Che let out a mocking laugh, casually dialed Wen Zao's number, and put it on speaker: "Wen Zao, Xixi says she likes the castle in Michelle Manor."
Wen Zao, who was in Italy at the time, was first taken aback when he received the call, but then calmly said, "Send me the design drawings of Michelle Manor. When I go back, I'll build one for Xixi."
"Hmm... make it three. One in England, one in China, one in Italy."
