Sheng Congzhi took a moment to adjust her emotions before answering, "Is there a difference?"
"If it's a man, he's generally my driver, and if it's a woman..." Fu Yan dragged out his speech lazily with a smile, "I'm already married, aside from you, where would I dare to have another woman by my side?"
Fu Yan was such a person, seemingly frivolous, but quite charming. His words were half truth, half fake, impossible to find fault with.
Sheng Congzhi couldn't be bothered to scrutinize further and pulled down the brim of her hat, closing her eyes to rest.
Upon arriving back at Tinglan Garden,
she got out of the car and went straight into the villa.
Fu Yan almost laughed with irritation.
This girl kept harping on about divorce...
Yet in the end, wasn't she still ordering him around as if he were her husband? He had no choice but to get out and move the luggage...
**
In the living room, the maid was cleaning. Seeing Sheng Congzhi, she was surprised, "Madam, you're back?"
