A textbook method to deal with mistresses?!
Everyone was shocked by Gu Qiqi.
Gong Jue snorted. "I'll just kill her. Why would I use any textbooks?!"
Gu Qiqi pursed her lips. "You don't understand the wonders of a creature like a mistress. Even if you kill her, she can stubbornly leave a disgusting thing behind…"
Gong Jue said disdainfully, "She's just a vulgar bitch…"
Gu Qiqi still wanted to educate him that things couldn't be so simple and crude.
Qiu Qiu exclaimed, "Mommy, why did you come down? Didn't I tell you not to come out?"
In the narrow bistro, a middle-aged woman slowly walked down a worn wooden staircase that led to the warehouse upstairs.
The woman was in her forties. She was indeed very fat. She looked like she would weigh more than a hundred and fifty pounds. As she walked down, the worn stairs creaked. It felt like they would collapse any second.
But this fat woman was impossible to dislike.
