Yan Nanxiao found this kind of talk very appealing. Having had enough of the unromantic shrew at home, a gentle and tender woman like this was his dream.
Meng Shujing let out a cold laugh. Women nowadays are willing to lose their dignity like this for money, even saying things like that. A man like Yan Nanxiao is hard to find even with a lantern? That's the funniest joke she's ever heard.
A perfect match between a scumbag and a shameless woman.
Meng Shujing took some photos, noted the room number, glanced at the woman's ID in her bag, and quickly left.
Yan Nanxiao usually only stayed here for a while, but today it took a bit longer. He only left after having lunch and taking a phone call.
Xing Moli saw Yan Nanxiao off, just about to take a beauty nap, when her phone suddenly rang. She picked it up and glanced at it, nearly so shocked that she threw the phone away.
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Yan Nanmo came home early today. Zhuang Xiyue took off his coat and asked, "Not busy today?"
