C334 Hypersensitivity

Fan Ruodi took out two thousand yuan in cash from Han Zhengjie's wallet and handed it back to him. "It's my loan. Return it to me."

"No need to return the money, we're all family." Han Zhengjie really didn't confess to a woman. He didn't think so, especially to his wife who had been hostile towards him for five years.

"Who's with your family? Don't put gold on your face