After suffering this blow, the woman couldn't even cry.

"I told you not to talk nonsense. Those people are clearly not people we can afford to mess with!"

"How would I know?"

After they all left, the two almost got into an argument in the street.

I never imagined that a simple stroll through the streets would lead to an encounter with a hidden big shot.

Today's experience has taught them a lesson.

Fortunately, they didn't know Lu Fan's identity, and they didn't hold it against them.

Otherwise, it would leave some psychological scars.

Of course, none of this concerned Lu Fan anymore; he had no time to think about such trivial matters.

"Honey, who was that just now?"

After getting into the car, Jiang Manyue looked at Lu Fan with some curiosity and asked.

Are you jealous?

"How could that be? You're my husband, don't I know you well enough? How could I be jealous!"

Jiang Manyue pouted and said.

Although he said that, he still felt a bit resentful inside.

After all, that foreign woman's figure was incredibly hot; even she, a woman, was envious, let alone a normal man.

Huo Qiuyan also looked at Lu Fan with a scrutinizing gaze.

As a novelist, her imagination is unmatched by most people.

Men with money tend to go bad; whether it's a domineering CEO or a young tycoon, they all succumb to the "it's actually good" phenomenon.

As Jiang Manyue's best friend, she naturally paid special attention to these matters.

"What kind of looks are those?!"

Lu Fan pinched Jiang Manyue's delicate nose and said.

To prevent her from overthinking, I told her about the origin of the rose.

He told Jiang Manyue everything, including the purpose of his summons.

A person with an upright character has nothing to fear; Lu Fan walks uprightly and sits upright.

There's absolutely no need to worry about anything.