Sl*t

"I'm leaving first. I'm still feeling a little uncomfortable." Fang Ling rubbed her pale lips and left the ward without waiting for Yun Lian to reply.

"Isn't this Miss Fang?" The eldest son of the Zhou family muttered when he saw Fang Ling.

"Why? Do you know her? Is she your mistress?"

Qian Yun revealed a contemptuous smile and looked at the Zhou family's eldest son coldly.

"What are you talking about? It's not like you don't know that you are in charge of our family's finances. How much money do I spend every month? Don't you know it clearly? How can I afford to keep a mistress?"

The Zhou family's eldest son was really wronged. He only muttered a sentence and was immediately dissed by his wife.

"That's true. I don't expect you to have the guts either."

Qian Yun smiled in satisfaction.