"Husband is right!"

The woman also said angrily: "Even the store manager of Chanel's flagship store in China has to be polite when meeting my husband. She didn't dare to say anything when he asked her to lick his shoes."

"Who do you think you are, quarreling with us for the sake of these bastard couples?"

"You are low-class people like you. Don't just pack up and get out. Do you believe that I will slap you in the face right now?!"

Hu Chunyun's face turned red, and tears welled up in his eyes.

She could quit being the store manager, but she really didn't dare to quarrel with Zou Zhenyi or the other two.

After all, the other party's identity is there, and she can be drowned by just spitting on her.

And that's when.

A long, white, and extremely gentle hand gently held Hu Chunyun.

Hu Chunyun raised his eyes and saw Chen Jia looking at him, nodding slightly.

This warm feeling was in sharp contrast to the wanton insults of Zou Zhenyi and the two.
Chapter completed!