Zhong Qing looked at the man in front of her affectionately, like a little woman in bliss. Her eyes were misty and watery as she tugged at his arm, acting coquettishly and pleading. No man would be able to tolerate such an expression.
Zhong Qing was extremely happy. During this period of time, many men looked at her with very explicit gazes, which made her hate them.
At the thought of moving out of the slums immediately, she felt the blood in her body start to flow happily. Also, her husband was a successful man. He was handsome, gentle, and devoted. Such a man was probably hard to find in the world.
Jing Yunzhao, that shameless little b * tch, wanted to harm her, but she found happiness with her own ability. That b * tch would be jealous.
However, the wicked had avenged her, and she had wanted to show Jing Yunzhao how she was going to live in the future.
Zhao Qing glanced at her and led her into the car. He did not answer directly but said,"Let's go home."
