You Feel Worse than She Does

"The curry rice you made is very tasty, and... "Thank you for the beer."

Qiao Mei sat in front of the dining table and unceremoniously finished the Curry Rice, and then drank all of the remaining beer in the bottle. Her attitude was as gentle as a guest who had come to visit.

The dangerous atmosphere slowly spread out. Su Qinglian just stood there and stared at the woman's cold eyes, those eyes, were exactly like the first time she had met Qiao Mei.

At that time, as the woman that Shi Hanmo was going to marry, she had the qualifications to do so.

Only, he never thought that they would be his concubines after that, and right now, he felt that he was even more inferior to the crippled Qiao Mei.

"No need to thank me, as long as you like it."

After being startled for a long time, Su Qinglian suddenly revealed a faint smile, without showing any sign of cowardice, he walked in front of Qiao Mei and calmly cleaned up the dining table.