Madam Shen's words had barely faded when Miao Qingting hurriedly extended her hand, "Hello, Young Master Ye."
Out of politeness, Ye Que also extended his hand and shook hers, "Hello."
This woman was not bad-looking, but for some reason, she seemed to harbor a certain impurity in her bones.
Just like now, staring intently at Ye Que with a seductive smile, holding his hand, and showing no inclination to let go.
Chi Zaozao could tell that there was something off about this woman without even having to look; she quickly stepped in to make her presence felt.
"Husband, didn't you have something to discuss with Uncle Shen?"
Then, she unceremoniously pulled the woman's hand away.
Miao Qingting, having her hand pulled away by another woman, sat down beside Madam Shen, quite embarrassed.
With a silent huff, she glared maliciously at Chi Zaozao.