Shen Jinmo smiled and hooked his finger over.
Two fingers were hooked together, and only separated after the stamp was applied.
Xia Wanying smiled contentedly.
"Did you deliberately faint just now?" Shen Jinmo lowered his cold gaze and looked at her, a sharp glint flashing in his eyes.
"Yingying doesn't want to see you arguing with Grandma. From now on, Brother Chen, don't take me to Grandma's house for meals anymore. Grandma will be unhappy if she sees me," Xia Wanying pouted her pink lips and said sweetly.
“She’s only happy when she sees Lu Zhiwei. Her son was killed by Lu Yunsheng, what’s wrong with her to favor the daughter of her enemy?” Shen Jinmo still couldn’t understand why the usually shrewd old lady would be so confused now.
No, rather than saying the old lady is senile, it's more accurate to say that Lu Zhiwei is too cunning.
After sending Xia Wanying back to the sanatorium, Shen Jinmo drove to the club owned by Qi Mingli.
Inside the luxurious private room, Qi Mingli brought several curvaceous women to comfort Shen Jinmo.
"Mr. Shen, have a drink." A gaudy woman approached him, holding a wine glass.
Shen Jinmo dodged away disdainfully: "Get these women out of here."
The cold, menacing aura emanating from him terrified the women.
Qi Mingli waved for them to leave, then sat down in front of him with a cocktail in hand: "What, are you planning to become a vegetarian and chant Buddhist scriptures for your sister-in-law?"
"Don't mention that woman, it's bad luck." Shen Jingmo picked up his wine glass, took a big gulp of wine, and the strong liquor rolled down his sexy Adam's apple into his throat, suppressing his anger along with it.
"Did you two have another fight?" Qi Mingli asked curiously.
Clearly, he risked his life to help that night.
"When do we not argue?"
"That's true, if the Earth doesn't explode, you won't argue," Qi Mingli summarized succinctly.
“I was taken abroad by my grandmother to avoid trouble that year, so I wasn’t in the country and don’t know how the fire at the Xia family started. Do you know the specific details?” Shen Jingmo put down his wine glass, leaned back lazily on the sofa, and narrowed his eyes.
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