Bai Qingzhu looked at the woman above, her demeanor very gentle, poised, and elegant.
"Your wife isn't part of the circle?"
Huang Zhiguo nodded: "No, but it is precisely because of her that I have achieved what I have today. You could say, without her, I wouldn't be standing in front of you all now."
Bai Qingzhu understood; he truly loves his wife deeply.
"Don't worry, Mr. Huang, we won't say anything about this matter."
Huang Zhiguo pulled back the wallet: "Then... that's trouble for both of you."
Bai Qingzhu found a moment and didn't forget to glare at Xiao Lijin.
Jealous, jealous, he's jealous every day; did he eat up all the jealousy in the world?
Xiao Lijin wouldn't admit his mistake; he's still mindful of Bai Qingzhu's gaze at Huang Zhiguo.
Soon, Huang Zhiguo left.
People outside all gathered around, wanting his autograph, and Huang Zhiguo agreed to each one.
Bai Qingzhu thought, it's precisely because of a wife like hers that such a legend could be created.
