Shen Peijun was furious: "You—"
Sharp-tongued! Every word was a sarcastic rebuttal against her.
This little trickster girl is just as hateful as Xu Haohao.
Xu Fuhai angrily said to Shen Peijun: "Stop arguing, or I'll make you go back. What does this have to do with Su Li?"
It wasn't Su Li who called the kidnappers.
If we really discuss it, Su Li and their group of guests were actually implicated by Shen Shuang and terrified for no reason.
Shen Peijun clung to the mink fur that symbolized her status as a high society lady, pacing back and forth on her high heels, barely managing to raise her voice again: "Husband, why not blame Su Li?"
"Haven't you heard the saying 'the more you calculate, the thinner your luck'? This kind of master should be seldom invited to tell fortunes; the good predictions don't come true, but the bad ones always do. Besides, if she hadn't gotten the lucky number from the mountain's master and won the lottery, wouldn't none of this have happened?"
