As Zhou Xuan quickly connected with Bone Teeth, a crisp laugh suddenly reached his ears.
"Oh dear, Mr., my Lao Yu was destined for this, why trouble yourself with expenses."
Turning his head, Zhou Xuan saw that the slippery hands earlier did not come from Yu Guisheng's fake death but from a greeting by "Hua Niang."
Hua Niang was Yu Guisheng's young wife,
Yu Guisheng was already over fifty-five, while Hua Niang was only about twenty-five or twenty-six.
Since ancient times, there were always difficult-to-spoken secrets and flower-like romances between old husbands and young wives. Zhou Xuan had already heard from neighbors that Hua Niang's personal conduct was somewhat wanton.
At such a moment, Hua Niang did not show the heaviness of a woman whose husband had passed away. She wore red lipstick and powder, clung to Zhou Xuan's hand, leaning toward him with charming expressions.
