Jian Xiaomin said sarcastically, "Do we even need to ask? A pheasant that marries into a wealthy family is still a pheasant; the cheapness ingrained in her bones can't be washed away overnight."
Tang Kaikai sneered, "Heh, such lowly bones marrying Qiao Chengxun, even the prosperity level of Imperial Capital has been dragged down."
Wen Meimei had grown accustomed to such insults since childhood, dismissed them as wind beside her ears, and walked indifferently towards her bed, first setting down her laptop bag.
As she was about to tidy up the bed, her phone suddenly rang.
She took out her phone to look, incoming call display: Qiao King of Hell.
The Qiao King of Hell would actually take the initiative to call her?
Wen Meimei's heart chilled for a moment, she carefully answered the call, "Hubby dearest, hello."
A strange yet familiar female voice came from the other side, "Wen Meimei, it's me."
Feng Wu?
Wen Meimei raised an eyebrow, "What are you doing with my husband's phone?"