Gao Jun knew Gu Wenhua probably wasn't at home.
After all, if he were home, Sun Miao would have asked him to step out for a private talk.
Thinking about how Gu Wenhua, a man in his fifties, managed to get rich by taking advantage of the market boom, and even married the gentle, beautiful Miao to bring home.
He couldn't help but muse, "When standing at the blowing wind, even pigs can fly."
But now, this "pig" and his daughter had both been scammed out of money, which gave Gao Jun a considerable amount of relief.
It was just a pity for Sun Miao, who had to clean up the mess.
Following his memory, Gao Jun arrived at the entrance and pressed the doorbell.
After a short while.
Sun Miao opened the door.
She greeted him with a smile, "Little Jun, you're here."
Gao Jun looked at her and responded, "Miao, are you alone?"
"Yeah, he went fishing." Sun Miao laughed awkwardly, "This fishing is just like gambling, unlucky every time."
Gao Jun then entered the house.
