C889 Are You Dreaming

The Maserati Quattroporte slowly passed by, without even looking at Yang Ping, it stopped at the door of the villa, and Zhu Xi got down from the car and walked into the villa.

Yang Ping's face became serious, and turned to leave.

The old man laughed. "Your wife is going home. Why aren't you going in?"

F * ck!

Yang Ping's body stiffened