Song Qiao's body instantly stiffened, her facial expression indiscernible, and a dense, tingling pain spread through her heart.
Her small hands were still tightly clutching the man's shirt. Seeing him stand up and his gaze fall upon her, she immediately let go of his shirt, her face still flushed from the recent kiss as she smiled at him and coyly answered, "Okay!"
What he wanted... was an obedient wife.
And she, she just needed that five hundred thousand. Since they were already married, it didn't matter anymore!
Even if, this marriage might not bring happiness to either of them!
...
Song Qiao finally called Lu An'an, apologizing repeatedly as she explained she couldn't go shopping with her.
Lu An'an didn't seem to mind, and after saying it was no big deal, they chatted a bit more before hanging up.
The medicine was, after all, applied by Lu Jingchen. Throughout the process of applying the medicine, Song Qiao nearly buried herself, wishing she could dive into a hole!
