Pan Cuichua considered herself to be quite clever.
If today's man had merely slept with her out of lust,
then she wouldn't have made such a big decision.
Carrying a black plastic bag, she walked out of Chen Fang's house, already planning how to break up with Miao Guiming.
She knew very well that if she directly proposed breaking up with Miao Guiming at this critical juncture, he would certainly make a scene, and things might get even more complicated.
Therefore, she needed a foolproof plan.
She casually hid the plastic bag in a corner of the yard.
Pushed the door open and walked into the room.
Hearing the noise, Miao Guiming came out with some complaints, "Where have you been?"
"Oh, I went to the next courtyard to discuss the day after tomorrow's matters with everyone."
Pan Cuichua laughed awkwardly.
Miao Guiming frowned and asked, "Did you go dressed like this?"
Pan Cuichua knew what he wanted to imply.
Complaining, she said, "What's wrong? Are you tired of me?"
