"I'm not a star, so who cares!"
"You still don't know about those journalists, always hoping for chaos. Just be more careful... and don't forget, you're now Mrs. Mu!" Over the phone, Ye Qiao smiled ambiguously, "How did you manage to win over President Mu? It wasn't through a contract signed in bed, was it?"
Because on WeChat, Ning Xiaofei had only mentioned that she won the bet, Ye Qiao naturally assumed that she had won over her own husband, not Xicheng.
"Stop it!" Ning Xiaofei's face turned red, "I've got a delivery here, no time to chat."
"You're not underage, what's there to be shy about!"
Ye Qiao teased her and then hung up the phone.
After placing the phone on the table, Ning Xiaofei glanced at the express delivery slip and saw an empty sender field, with only her address and name written on it.
She opened the envelope with a hint of confusion and reached in to pull out another envelope.
Inside the envelope was a credit card and a thin piece of letter paper.
