Wen Qiao rolled her eyes so hard upon hearing this that she almost couldn't roll them back, her body twisting as she was about to confront her, but a large hand on her shoulder restrained her.
She looked up, puzzled, only to see the man's determined chin.
Fu Jinghen glanced at Li Qing and actually recognized who she was. Although his tone didn't change much when he spoke next and his facial expression remained normal, his eyes gradually grew colder, "Miss Li jests, the things my wife, Fu Jinghen, uses are naturally not inferior."
His hand rested on Wen Qiao's shoulder, his index finger lazily twirling her hair, forming a protective stance.
The implication was, "The things Fu Jinghen's woman uses are expensive, it's not that we're asking for too much, you just can't afford the compensation."
Jiang Wei's face turned completely pale when she heard the words "my wife, Fu Jinghen." She almost deformed her handbag by clutching it so tightly.
