Zhen Zhu's residence was on the 14th floor.
The balcony was open and it was no more than 30 centimeters wide. Zhen Zhu was sitting in the air, her body swaying. Tang Bochuan's heart tightened as he watched her, afraid that she would fall.
Shen Hanyu was unmoved. He looked at her coldly and said, "Since you're going to complain to your cousin-in-law anyways, why don't you guess?"
"You're already married. It can't be that you like me, right?"
Zhen Zhu tilted her head and looked at Shen Hanyu. "Could it be that you want to use me to scheme for the Zhen family's assets and make some kind of deal with Zhen Yiping? For example, if you help him get me back, his rebellious daughter, he'll let you be the heir of the Zhen family group, or he'll give you the Zhen family's shares in return?"
Shen Hanyu's dark eyes flashed with a touch of ridicule. "You're more self-righteous than I thought."
