Thinking about the tasks she had to do, Wen Meimei lost interest in those kinds of things and protested, "Qiao King of Hell, I don't want it anymore, hurry and get up!"
"Meimei..."
"Playing pitiful won't work either, get up quickly, I need to pee."
"Alright." Qiao Chengxun wasn't a brute; faced with his wife's repeated requests, he softened.
Reluctantly, the man got up, and conveniently picked up his wife, turning towards the bathroom.
Wen Meimei took a quick shower, changed her clothes, and left the house with her husband.
Outside the door were over a dozen black sedans, an extremely grand scene. Looking at these cars, Wen Meimei had a feeling she couldn't quite describe.
Han Zhan gave a glance at his friend's poker face, unable to discern anything unusual, and then shifted his gaze to the young woman's face, those two blushing cheeks confirming his earlier suspicion.
This young master Qiao...
"Young Master Qiao, are you done?"
