Both women's faces turned red at the same time.
"Xiaowei, what are you talking nonsense about?" Qin Yuru shyly turned her face away and muttered under her breath.
After saying that, she hurried upstairs.
"I'm going to sleep, you all do as you please."
In comparison, Zhen Meili was much more forthright.
"Xiaowei, come to my room."
She didn't care whether Zhang Xiaowei was willing or not, she just dragged him by the arm toward her room.
Recalling the scene from the night before, Zhang Xiaowei couldn't help but feel agitated.
"Xiaowei, I'm all alone now. There's only one thing I can thank you with for helping me like this..."
No sooner had the words left her lips than the thin nightgown that Zhen Meili was wearing fell to the floor with a whoosh.
She was already divorced now; Zhang Xiaowei had no need for any reservations.
What's more, for fear that he would reject her again, Zhen Meili took the initiative to hug him.
