Xia Yanbing slipped the card into Qin Yi's hand, reminding him to remember to give it to Lan Jiaojiao, and then strutted out, swaying those long legs and a pert backside.
Qin Yi was left holding the card, staring blankly.
"Honey, you're so good to me; when do you plan to shower me with affection?"
Qin Yi asked softly, coming back to his senses.
He didn't dare to ask this directly, or else Xia Yanbing would surely slap him with a bloody sanitary pad.
"Today's earnings are a million!"
Qin Yi muttered happily, feeling his recent fortunes flourishing, with money coming in daily.
As for giving it to Lan Jiaojiao, that wasn't going to happen. Let that woman enjoy her yo-yo games.
At night, Qin Yi didn't have to sleep in the guest room. Lin Hongzhuang, that woman, had hogged his wife for a long time, but now she had finally taken the hint and scrammed.
Of course, Qin Yi still couldn't sleep on the bed; he could only use his wheelchair or a single bed.
