Of course, the belongings of my wife's best friend must also be replaced, "All right."
But when Zheng Haoyu walked into Zhang Yuan's study, he was stunned. It's a thirty-square-meter room with three servers and more than a dozen computers connected together.
He looked back at Su Nian, glanced over Zhang Yuan, and then his gaze returned to those computers.
His wife was just a fashion designer, she shouldn't be involved with anyone else, right?
That's what he thought, but deep down he set off alarm bells for Zhang Yuan.
"Hey, Young Master Zheng, you will replace these computers for me, right?" Zhang Yuan spoke with a teasing smile, seemingly oblivious to Zheng Haoyu's wariness.
"Of course."
"That's good. It would cost quite a lot to replace these many computers in one go. NianNian is quite frugal, so I can only rely on you. Otherwise, as a mere coder like myself, heaven knows when I would be able to afford such an expense," Zhang Yuan said, looking relieved.
