Where Could You Possibly Find a Place to Stay?

"What...?"

Feng Shihua looked at the villa in front of him. Before he could figure out the inevitable connection between a house and a gift, he saw Qin Jingqiu already leading Feng Nanshu and Jiang Ainan inside.

Meanwhile, Little Rich Woman blinked, seemingly realizing something.

A gift...

The courtyard had originally been in complete chaos, filled with constant accusations. But after someone caught sight of what was behind them from the corner of their eye, they began tugging at one another, gradually stopping their movements and arguments.

Whispers rose. The wealthy wives put away their originally vicious expressions, their faces turning somewhat complicated.

They knew Qin Jingqiu.

The most glorious period of Feng Corporation had been when she was in charge.

After she left Feng Corporation, Qin's Real Estate and Wan Zhong Group supported each other and developed rapidly. At present, it was already one of the leading real estate companies in the country.

As for Feng Nanshu, they knew her even better.

Her husband was the president of Pintuan, who had just flipped the entire Internet Industry's table over. Even Alibaba had failed to gain an advantage, and the milk-tea brand in Jiang's Wife's hands was now valued far above the current Feng Corporation.

When facing the two of them, especially the latter, these wealthy wives did not even dare to consider themselves very rich.

No one in the courtyard knew why they had suddenly appeared. For a moment, they scattered quietly from the center toward both sides like a receding tide, watching them nervously.

They had also heard a little about Jiang Qin's words at the entrance of Feng Corporation: "I won't forgive a single one of you."

Some people were so notorious that they could create an atmosphere that made strangers keep their distance.

At that moment,