Cen Shuang laughed lightly. It turned out that Zhuang Hong was the one who doted on Zhuang Xinyan the most. Unfortunately, he was her husband.
Cen Shuang smiled and asked Zhuang Xinyan casually, "How much pocket money does your brother give you in a month?"
Zhuang Xinyan was very wary of Cen Shuang. "Why are you asking about this?"
Most importantly, Zhuang Xinyan felt that this woman was not human. When she thought about the time her phone fell into the bucket, she could not forget how strange it was. Cen Shuang must have hidden something from the Zhuang family. Anyway, she felt that Cen Shuang did not seem like a good person.
