'Beep beep beep--'
The phone rang a few times.
Ding Caiyan finally picked up the call, lounging comfortably on the sofa, admiring her red nails, and said, "Hello, who is it?"
"It's me, Old Ma..." Ma Zongyu wiped the sweat off his forehead, forcing himself to speak.
Upon hearing that it was Ma Zongyu on the line, Ding Caiyan was overjoyed; she flipped over and sat up straight, saying, "Old Ma, I've got my eye on a handbag, it's so beautiful, but that old woman Ding Suzhu has frozen my card, I don't have any money~"
Her coquettish tone was laced with instigation, and all the men present understood its meaning.
Song Zihua chuckled wickedly, whispered to the person beside him, "Heh heh, our Ma Ye uses the main wife's money to support the mistress, quite a skill he's got."
Isn't it a skill indeed, not everyone can manage to be so two-faced.
A lackey from a certain family said, "We don't have Ma Ye's skill, to become quite the sugar daddy, it's pretty shameless!"
