Qimeng was very clever and understood things immediately. Since she knew that Quan Fei and Mengluo had a good relationship, she naturally knew that Quan Fei must have discussed certain secrets with Mengluo.
So she asked about it directly.
Quan Fei wore a strange expression, seeming to want to speak but hesitating.
'What's with that expression? Just say what you want to say.' Qimeng couldn't hold back.
'Then I'll tell you.'
Quan Fei thought for a moment before saying, 'Mengluo and I did discuss this topic, and we tried many different methods.'
'And then?'
Qimeng urged her, 'How did it turn out?'
'It turned out terribly.'
Quan Fei spread her hands. 'Just look at Mengluo's condition now. You'll know that it clearly didn't have much effect.'
'Huh?'
Qimeng was disappointed. 'Then what should we do?'
'I don't know either.'
Quan Fei wanted to say, Why don't the two of you work together? But Mengluo had already said yesterday that Qimeng didn't agree. If she said anything more, she would be overstepping her bounds and would only make people dislike her.
She was a clever person and knew what should and shouldn't be said.
'Sigh.'
Qimeng wondered, Do I really have to work together with Mengluo?
At the thought, her face flushed as red as blood. She quickly shook her head, driving those messy thoughts out of her mind.
This was Hong Kong City, after all.
If it were New Century,
Qimeng definitely wouldn't have agreed.
But in Hong Kong City, many people had more than one wife, especially the wealthy. It was not uncommon for them to have several wives openly.
After all, although this system had been abolished, many people still believed that it was perfectly normal for men—especially rich and powerful men—to have several wives.
That was also