"Uh, I'll do it myself!"
Su Sheng was getting restless, although Meimei was his personal bodyguard and subordinate, she wasn't a maid hired to do such menial tasks!
However, he spoke up but didn't make a move, instead he cooperatively lifted his foot.
Cooperating with your act, I won't turn a blind eye, he thought it was part of the tactics too.
Iceberg, you ignore me, but there are people who treat me like a treasure. You must have cultivated at least ten lifetimes of fortune to have waited for a perfect lover like me, no, a dear husband like me.
"Hmph!"
Zijun snorted coldly and continued downstairs. She couldn't overlook it but felt the need to give Meimei a good lesson. A woman shouldn't be a man's vassal; she shouldn't be Su Sheng's woman; instead, Su Sheng should be her, Zijun's man. The roles shouldn't be confused.
"Instructor, your shoes are on," Zheng Mei looked up, feeling very happy.
"Thank you!"