Mingzhu tossed seven or eight bags to him, lightly flipped her hair, and said nonchalantly, "Spent seventy or eighty million of that old man's money—being touched for a moment is not a big deal. It's not like I'm a pure and innocent girl anymore."
With that, she swayed her way into the villa.
Chou Qi stood at the door, his face turning a shade of blue.
He followed inside, ready to persuade her again, but unexpectedly, Yin Zhao was home.
He was dressed in casual loungewear, looking very relaxed.
Yin Zhao glanced at his sister, then Chou Qi, and said, "It's good you're back. A woman came by looking for you today, claiming she's your wife!"
Mingzhu was going upstairs and upon hearing this, flicked her long hair and rushed upstairs.
Chou Qi watched for a while and finally withdrew his gaze.
He was still somewhat stunned, "Dean Yin, what did you say?"
Yin Zhao was calm, "She said her name is Wang Xueqin!"
