I really don't know about 530

Xiang Wenxin, that woman, is the type who can hold onto a single flaw of yours and tarnish your reputation for a long time. Liu Zhizhong realized he had understood her.

After dinner, Liu Zhizhong obediently cleaned up the dishes and utensils.

Having enjoyed the luxury of this place, it was time to do something, right? Otherwise, wouldn't it seem like I lacked manners?

And Xiang Wenxin went to the yard first, taking a walk and chatting with her brother.

Liu Zhizhong's ears were sharp, though. Even busy in the kitchen, he could still hear the siblings' conversation.

It's just that their conversation had virtually nothing to do with Liu Zhizhong, Feng Xiaoyue, or Ma Qingqing and the like.

But as he listened, Liu Zhizhong began to feel he couldn't bear to hear any more.

For example:

"Bro, I want to learn how to fly a helicopter. Later on, I'll get one like yours. How much was it again?"