While Xu Yu'e was feigning illness and lingering in the hospital, Manman packed her bags, got into the car that Comrade Jiang Yan drove over, and prepared to move into her husband's home.
Looking at the Mercedes that Young Master Jiang drove over, Du Yu's eyes lit up, "Buddy, people say you're not rich, but I think it's quite the opposite."
"It's Mo Wenyang's uncle who lent it to Mo Wenyang, and then Mo Wenyang lent it to me," Comrade Jiang Yan explained assuredly, "But you're right about one thing, our money is indeed much less compared to those tycoons."
Thinking back to last night when Young Master Jiang somehow managed to get the household registration booklet back from Jin Ruowen, Du Yu increasingly felt that the men of Beijing were hidden dragons and crouching tigers.
You could only ever believe one-tenth of Comrade Jiang Yan's modest talk.
Chun Xia helped Manman carry out the suitcase.
