"The game is bigger than the sky," Qiao said, and Song Qian instantly scurried back.
Upon closing the door to her room again, Jiang Yao looked at the defiant figure on the sofa and sighed, "It really is true that having a husband takes care of everything."
Qiao bragged, "It's all thanks to my excellent taste."
Jiang Yao: "..."
If I remember correctly, wasn't your marriage arranged by your mother?
You were totally against it at the beginning, and now you're taking all the credit.
But Jiang Yao knew that if she were to refute, Qiao would definitely have a pile of excuses ready for her. To avoid wasting saliva, Jiang Yao merely chuckled twice and went to take a shower with her clothes.
Qiao, munching on an apple and humming a song, lounged on the sofa for two minutes before she realized she had forgotten something.
She suddenly sat up and checked the cell phone on the coffee table—
The video call had been disconnected.
???
Didn't she tell him to wait for her?
