Li Tingyu furrowed her brows. “Miss Zhou, I’m not interested in your matter, and there’s nothing I can do about it. I hope you won’t call me again in the future.”
Li Tingyu hung up the phone. She even blocked Zhou Qiong’s number.
Li Tingyu placed her phone on the table. She did not focus too much on this matter. After all, this matter had nothing to do with her.
That night, Huo Beichen returned.
Li Tingyu was lying on the rattan chair on the bed, reading a book. Huo Beichen pushed the door open and entered. His slender fingers tugged at the tie around his neck. He walked up and sat down beside Li Tingyu, “Why are you still reading? Books are better than your husband. Your husband works hard every day to earn money to support you, but not books.”
Li Tingyu looked up at Huo Beichen. “President Huo, I’m trying my best to be a qualified Mrs. Huo. Tomorrow, I’ll go shopping for luxury goods.”
