When it was time to get off work, people from the customer service department asked Song Zhou and the first young master to join them for dinner.
Jiang Jingchen waved his hand and said, "I have to go pick up my wife, so I won't be joining you."
His colleagues looked at the scars on his face. When they heard him mention his wife, they felt a strong sense of disequilibrium.
If he could find a wife despite being so ugly, that woman must be after his money.
Jiang Jingchen looked at them and said, "My wife said that she can leave earlier today, and we'll cook dinner together at home. My wife cooks quite well."
"Hehe, First Young Master, your wife is quite domesticated."
His colleagues feigned laughter while they felt even more jealous in their hearts.