After five years of cooking Gu Ci's "White Moonlight" soup, what Qi Xiaowei waited for was his arm around Su Wan as he walked in: "You move to the guest room." At the dining table, he peeled shrimps and served Su Wan soup with his own hands, which was a tenderness she had never experienced before. In the end, a three million check fluttered at her feet: "Thank you for your hard work. You don't have to imitate her in the future."
Qi Xiaowei smiled. Bend down, pick it up, and then tear it into pieces under the astonished eyes of Gu Ci and Su Wan!
"Mr. Gu, do you have a bad memory? The substitute's liquidated damages are 50 million!"
Dragging her old suitcase, she stepped into the cold night without looking back, throwing off the shackles of the canary. But before the wind of freedom could blow away the humiliation, a text message from hell grabbed her by the throat:
"Weiwei, when you climb a high branch, you forget about your old feelings?
