Zhang Yuan stuck her tongue out, a twinkle in her eyes, then laughingly pulled her head out from under the covers, "This seems to be Zheng Haoyu's business card. It fell out of your pocket when I was cleaning your clothes yesterday. I thought you might be keeping it for some reason, but was afraid I'd forget where I put it. So I left it on the desk, where you can see it all the time."
"Oh." Su Nian nodded her head without giving it much thought.
"You know, it's really hilarious that you even carry your husband's business card with you when you go out. How distant are you two?" Zhang Yuan slurred out mockingly.
"Heh heh." Su Nian touched the card, recalling that he gave it to her the first time they met. She had kept it in her pocket ever since and was surprised it was still here.
"Just throw it away if it's of no use. He doesn't deserve you anyway," Zhang Yuan grumbled angrily.
In a hotel, Mr. Zheng sneezed several times in a row. What had he done to deserve this?
