Zhuang Long wiped his mouth with his handkerchief. He felt that he should talk to Xiao Li. Although he didn't love Xiao Li, Xiao Li was his wife. Just because he didn't love this woman, it didn't mean that he was willing to be cuckolded.
As it concerned his dignity as a man, Zhuang Long had to make Xiao Li realize her mistake.
Zhuang Long was about to say something when Xiao Li opened the diamond-studded bag beside her and took out a few pieces of paper. She used her slender fingers to hold the papers and pushed them across the table to Zhuang Long.
A puzzled and surprised look appeared in his eyes. Zhuang Long raised his eyebrows and picked up the papers. He didn't open them. He just asked Xiao Li, "What's this?" The doubt in his eyes was clear.
"You'll know when you open them." Xiao Li drank the last mouthful of her Martini. Her light blue eyes were filled with laziness.
Zhuang Long frowned and flipped open the papers with confusion.
