Su Ling froze for a moment.
Taking in wives?
An incredibly strange feeling rose in her heart. What the man before her was doing could not be described as unexpected-only as completely beyond the limits of a normal person's thinking.
Once she followed him downstairs.
The door to 102 happened to open a crack, and the man stood in the doorway, looking warily at Jiang Chen.
"You again? Where did you get that big box?"
"Brother, need a wife recycled?" Jiang Chen asked with practiced ease.
"Recycling wives?" Faced with this extremely peculiar expression, the man showed no impatience. Instead, he seriously considered it.
"How does your wife recycling work?"
"Trade in the old for the new. Bring over your old wife and exchange her for a brand-new one. It's a deal with nothing to lose and everything to gain." Like a competent businessman, Jiang Chen made his pitch sound very tempting.
"A new one?" The man was clearly even more interested. He asked quietly, "What kind could I get?"
"About... twenty-something, very humorous, likes playing little jokes in her spare time. Oh, and her hands are very sexy." Jiang Chen honestly shared the information he had learned.
The man's eyes brightened further.
He turned to glance at the bathroom a few times. Hearing the water still running inside, he hurriedly welcomed Jiang Chen and Su Ling in and had them sit on the sofa.
"Brother, take a look at my wife in a bit and see if you can recycle her."
About two minutes later, the water in the bathroom stopped, and a woman wrapped in a bathrobe walked out. She looked to be in her forties, somewhat thin, and reasonably attractive.
The man and Su Ling looked no different than usual.
But Jiang Chen narrowed his eyes. She