Wen Meimei covertly glanced around, and there were still many people watching them, including some very famous singers and actresses. Those charming eyes made no attempt to hide their admiration and longing for Qiao Chengxun.
Some even deliberately raised their voices and said—
"His wife is just so-so, I look prettier than her even without makeup."
"Just like the rumors online, Mr. Qiao's taste is problematic, overlooking all of us talented women and choosing one from an orphanage."
"Exactly, I can't see anything special about this type of woman, she looks like those who are pure on the surface but really wild in bed."
"Ha ha... You've watched too much Initial D, but that woman does have a face that begs for intercourse."
...
Wen Meimei suddenly loathed this place, and quickly turned her head, as a murderous chill shrouded Ling Che's eyes, a coldness emanating from her body.