What a sharp tongue you have.
She's the rich and luxurious Miss Song, the businesswoman who has been gathering countless commercial talents and experiences since childhood by watching her elders engage in business.
Yao Zibao's heart was tickled again. It felt a bit like the wonders of fate, how could he suddenly get entangled with such a woman.
He remembered the first time he saw her photo; she looked a lot like his sister-in-law, an elegant and well-mannered woman. Now it seems, she is soft on the outside but strong on the inside, even more formidable than his sister-in-law who can deliver shadowless kicks.
At the corners of his lips, there was an indescribable taste.
"Someone in my family is sick, so I need to go back and have a look."
"Who is sick?"
"My sister-in-law."
"Shen Jiayin?"
She had some interaction with his sister-in-law.
No, from her tone, one could tell that it wasn't just a simple interaction.
"Is Shen Jiayin sick? I will go visit her with you."
