Su Qiao had no choice but to hurry over with her toolbox to make the repairs. But as soon as she entered, she saw that the scumbag Ding Jihan was sprawled across the living room sofa.
He had his legs crossed and was reading some book with great interest.
Hearing the noise, Ding Jihan tossed the book aside, stood barefoot on the wooden sofa, and looked at her aggrievedly.
"Wife, you finally came. Look, the bathroom faucet broke, and now the water's flowing into the living room. I was afraid I'd get electrocuted, so I didn't dare step down."
Su Qiao ground her teeth.
Could I bite this bastard to death?
If he wasn't doing this on purpose, she'd chop off her head and let him kick it around like a ball.
"So the man who came to rent this place last time was one of your people?"
At this point, what else was there to misunderstand?
She just hadn't expected that she'd already fallen into his trap so long ago.
Ding Jihan grew embarrassed and rubbed his nose. "Ahem, he's one of my brothers."
"I heard you're planning to sell this place?" he quickly changed the subject.
Su Qiao glanced at the water on the living room floor. She immediately ran out into the corridor and switched off the main power before reentering the room.
"You want to buy this place?"
Ding Jihan secretly breathed a sigh of relief.
Good. My life is safe.
He stepped barefoot onto the floor and walked toward Su Qiao.
"Wife, are you short of money? I have plenty. You can have as much as you want. What's mine is yours, and what's yours is mine."
"Hmph. Don't even think about it. What's yours is mine, and what's mine is still mine." Su Qiao