High-level Homewrecker (4)

"What?" Zhu Lingling was displeased.

"Did I hear it right? You said you bought these things for that homewrecker's parents?"

Zhu Lingling was mad. Huo Mian had paid about 100,000 yuan from her credit card for these top-level food supplements. Why should they give them to the homewrecker's parents?

"Calm down. Just watch how I handle it."

Huo Mian smiled but didn't explain.

Half an hour later, the car stopped in front of a rice noodle restaurant; it was small and looked a bit time-worn.

But there were many customers in there since it was almost lunch time.

Zhu Lingling got out of the car with a dark expression, wondering what kind of parents would raise such a homewrecker who would try to seduce another woman's husband.

Huo Mian's bodyguards took the gifts from the car and walked in with them.

"Girls, do you want rice noodles?"

An aproned woman in her fifties welcomed them warmly.