Seeing the lavish spread on the table when he came home, Su Guohua's eyebrows raised in question.
"Wife, is it a special day today?"
"Dad, have some soup first." Su Jingyu obediently served him food.
Su Guohua sat down in his chair, more puzzled. "Jingyu, why did you dye your hair black?"
"Dad, don't you think I look more like a sister to Ningyan this way?"
"Husband, here, eat more."
Having lived together for so many years as husband and wife, Su Guohua gave a soft cough, "Wife, are you eyeing a new handbag that just launched?"
"No, let's eat first. We have something important to discuss with you later."
How could the newly launched handbag compare to the Zhuo family's young mistress's position?
The Zhuo family's assets are in the hundreds of billions, money they wouldn't be able to spend in several lifetimes. That's the golden goose.
Su Guohua's business has been going smoothly lately, and his mood is excellent. At most, the ladies only desired brand names.
