C516 Wrong Person

At this moment, Zhao Sanjin almost knelt down. He looked at Lin Qingqing, who was lying on the bed, with a frightened expression. He felt like he had seen a ghost in broad daylight.

Damn it, how could the woman lying on the bed be Zhao Sanjin's wife, Lin Qingqing? She was wearing a pink and white one-layer pajamas, and there was a pair of fluffy cotton drapes at the foot of the bed