"How about you accompany me?" she pointed her finger at her while eying her up and down, she could see fear flickering in her eyes.
"Sure sure..." she hummed nervously while stretching her hand to lead them out.
Mo Feng pushed the wheelchair out of the garden into the pavement that led into the mansion, it wasn't big but still, it was classy and fancy one.
"So this is where you have been living for nineteen years? You really made better choices, who cares about a poor husband? I also wouldn't like that so long as I have rich suitors, it's how life is..." she softly sighed while gazing at the spiral stairs that were going upstairs.
" I'm sorry Zhou Meili... " Shen Biyu nervously mumbled as her body shook.
