Xue Lan looked at the card in her hand, still convinced it was given to Xia Yumo by her son.
Just now, she saw her son being intimate with Xia Yumo in the tea restaurant, so she followed them.
She saw the salesperson handing the black card back to Xia Yumo at a glance.
Where could someone as low-class as Xia Yumo get a black card? If it's not her son's, whose could it be?
"Is this card yours? With your status, do you deserve this card? Did you become a little scoundrel trying to be someone's mistress, too?"
Hearing these words, a few salespeople who had recognized Qiao Xu early couldn't help but stare at Xue Lan in surprise.
As a member of the same upper-class circle, doesn't Mrs. Gu know that this Miss Qiao is the young mistress of the Lu family, which has spread all over the internet?
How could she say such embarrassing words?
"Who will tell me who is keeping my wife?"
At this moment, a deep and somewhat angry voice came from the crowd.
