Zheng Yu looked up at Li Xiang. His eyes were already a little hazy. "Both of them?"
"That's right! One is the main wife and the other is raised outside. How harmonious!" Li Xiang said with a malicious smile.
The third floor of Muse was made of bulletproof glass.
The glass floor was made of one-way glass. The people on the third floor could see the situation below clearly, but the people below had no idea what the people upstairs were doing.
Fu Heng was sitting on the sofa in boredom, his face filled with frustration.
"Ning Hao, do you think Old Master has no one to teach him a lesson recently, so he forced this evil idea on me!" Fu Heng picked up his wine glass unwillingly and took a sip.
Ning Hao sat at the side, looking down as if he had no intention of responding to Fu Heng.
Fu Heng couldn't help but sigh. "You and Ning Kun are worlds apart. Who can believe that you two are brothers!"
