Wen Meimei innocently blinked her eyes, wondering what King of Hell Qiao Chengxun meant by suddenly hanging up the phone.
Was he refusing to help her out???
Damn!
Ming Ruochu saw her weird expression and asked anxiously in a low voice, "Sister Meimei, were you just calling your husband?"
"Uh-huh," Wen Meimei nodded.
"You don't have any money on you?"
"Mm-hmm."
"Will your husband come over?"
Wen Meimei smiled slightly and didn't reply.
A mischievous glint flashed in Ling Che's eyes as she turned to look at Jiu Yanchen, who had remained silent, and asked, "Mr. Jiu, roughly how much money should I be preparing to hand over?"
Mr. Jiu?
A hint of confusion flickered across Jiu Yanchen's eyes—he hadn't told her his last name, so how did she know it?
Seeing the girl's expectant eyes still waiting for his response, he didn't think too much and said in a deep voice, "The belongings are still being tallied, we'll have the results shortly."