At this moment, in Lu Ming's villa.
Wang Qiushui comfortably and lazily leaned on the sofa, spreading her thick legs straight open in a "V" shape.
She held a landline telephone, gossiping with her daughter, and in her other hand, she was munching on a large apple.
Chuckling, she said, "Duoduo! Your father and I are currently staying at your sister Yiren's place, and you wouldn't believe how well she married. Her husband is loaded!"
"Seriously! You should come and stay too. Their kitchen is as big as that new house your husband bought in the county. They even have a professional chef preparing gourmet meals every day!"
"You silly girl, do you think I'm lying to you? Your father and I are staying here, I'll send you some pictures later. You'll see."
"It's late now, so how about tomorrow? Ah!"