That night, in the Qin family's ancestral home, Qin's mother Wang Qing learned how Lu Chaoyang spent money lavishly.
She was so angry that she smashed the teacup in her hand.
"That's too much! It's simply too much!"
Whenever Mother Qin thought of the things Lu Chaoyang bought, she felt so heartbroken that she couldn't breathe.
"How much does that cost?"
"No matter how much money I have, it's not enough for that little bitch to spend!"
Mother Qin felt that she could no longer sit and wait for death.
Time flies and the holiday is over.
On the evening of August 31st, Qin Tingfeng finally returned home exhausted.
He looked like a person who had crawled out of a quagmire, covered in mud from head to toe. At first glance, he looked like a clay sculpture.
"you……"
Lu Chaoyang ran down from upstairs and looked at the man in such a miserable state. His nose suddenly felt a little sour.
After so many days of worry, waiting and panic, there is finally a result.
"Brother-in-law, go wash up first."
Lu Yao didn't mind the dirt and pushed Qin Tingfeng towards the bathroom.
This bathroom was specially built by Lu Chaoyang.
Many of the things inside were bought from abroad.
After all, I have money!
Nowhere to spend!
Qin Tingfeng stood in the bathroom, and as he turned on the handle of the shower head above his head, hot water flowed out.
It felt comfortable, and he felt every pore on his skin open.
After cleaning, Qin Tingfeng felt relaxed.
The mental tension of many days has already made him exhausted.
But when he thought about his wife waiting for him at home, he was full of energy again and again.
I can't let my wife be a widow.
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