Doting on the Wife of a Wealthy Family

——Xia Yu, go to hell! Another nameless text message, like a curse from hell. Xia Yu, who was basking in the sun on the deck and chatting happily with her agent, looked at the screen of her mobile phone with a strange look in her eyes. Who could send this kind of text message on time at 13:13 every day for three days in a row? It seems like a deliberate prank. "Yu, is it that kind of text message again?" "Well, let's play some prank!" Rubbing the center of her eyebrows, Xia Yu lazily agreed. From the corner of her eye, she inadvertently caught sight of her manager Mu Han's worried eyes, and pulled the corners of her lips into a comforting smile...