The cold wind outside the hall blew, and the hustle and bustle were left behind.
Gu Yanshen pushed the cart, Lin Wan Yi followed alongside, the family headed to the parking lot.
"...Don't talk nonsense, what do you mean Lin Wan Yi has good luck?"
From the corner of the wall came the whispers of two military wives gossiping.
"Why isn't it good luck? She married Mr. Gu, the living Yama, and ended up being pampered to the sky."
"I don't think that's necessarily true." The previous voice retorted, "Didn't you see how Manager Liu tried to stir things up, and she blocked him with just a few words? That brain, that poise, can we even compare?"
"Indeed, she effortlessly protected her own man and managed to show off some affection on the side."
"Exactly! If I had her skills, would my Old Wang dare to hide private money? Just listen to what she said: 'Besides the tasks, his mind is filled with me and the kids.' Boy, if I were a man, I'd love to hear that too."
