"Little girl, who are you calling a shrew?" Lu Feng's woman couldn't take it anymore. Who did this little vixen think she was, daring to curse at me?
"Whoever responds is the shrew!" Wang Dadong said with a laugh.
"Honey, look, look!" The shrew immediately started cooing at Lu Feng, completely oblivious to his face, which was more entertaining than a circus show.
"Do you know who my husband is? He's a director at Shiyan Group, with an annual salary of one million." While cooing, the shrew proudly said to Su Ying.
Su Ying turned her head to look at Lu Feng, her face filled with a playful smile, "Director Lu, quite imposing. To think your salary is even higher than the president's, a million a year."
"Hey, you're right, my husband's salary is higher than the president's!" The shrew said with a face full of pride.
Smack, her words had just finished when her face was harshly slapped.
The shrew was stunned, looking at Lu Feng in confusion, "Lu Feng, are you, are you crazy?"
