The door closed, and like a tidal wave, Qian Qiaoqiao came quickly and left just as swiftly, leaving everyone in the living room looking at each other in confusion.
"What happened?" Hai Mingzhu was the first to ask.
Jin Xin shrugged his shoulders, "Who knows? A mad dog doesn't need a reason to bite people." After saying this, he looked at Cui Xin'ai, "Should we get a lawyer and sue her?"
"No need." The smile on Cui Xin'ai's face was strained.
Hai Mingzhu almost felt that the Cui Xin'ai who held the gun last night was an illusion - the stimulating life of the rich is something the poor could not comprehend.
"Qian Qiaoqiao is a woman who pursues sophistication and the admiration of others." Shen Yue suddenly began, "Her entire body is covered in brand name items, the makeup pasted on her face can feed an ordinary person for half a year."
"Are you implying something, Advisor Shen?" Hai Mingzhu was unhappy with Cui Xin'ai's meddling, she felt more reassured by Shen Yue's insights.
