Let’s Slow Down, Shall We?!

She extended a hand to support Zhao Zheng. She then pulled him inside before shutting the door.

"Who… who are you to care?" Zhao Zheng carelessly shoved her away. He looked irritated. He tottered unsteadily to the sofa and collapsed on it.

The woman walked to him and sighed as she watched him. "If you were not my husband, why should I even care?"

She helplessly shook her head and began to remove his socks and shoes before removing his jacket.

Zhao Zheng's phone slipped out from his pockets and she picked it up. The screen lit up.

There was an unread text informing him of the amount he had just spent using his credit card.

The woman's eyes went huge when she saw the amount. Her pitch turned sharp and shrill. "Zhao Zheng, what did you do? You spent 120,000 yuan!?"

She bent her back and grabbed Zhao Zheng's shirt and interrogated him.