C181 (1/2)

In a split-second, Jin Weiwei's nose turned sour, and an urge to cry surfaced in her mind.

In the end, Jin Weiwei held back the corners of his mouth, and endured. There were others here, it would be too embarrassing if they cried.

Cheng Yu was startled, he felt that the man beside Jin Weiwei was a little different, the cold aura around him was extremely similar to that of a superior cultivator.

”I'm back.”

Little Rich Son stroked Jin Weiwei's back, lowered his head and kissed Jin Weiwei's head, as he softly said that.

”Next time if you leave so long, I really don't want you anymore. I'll find another man and put on a hat no matter how tall you are!”

Jin Weiwei punched Little Rich Son's chest. In the end, he was unable to endure, and dropped two golden beans.

Little Rich Son's face darkened, and pressed the person closer to him: ”You dare!”

Jin Weiwei sniffed and wiped his mucus off before raising his head: ”How did you get in here?”

”Just like that.”

Isn't this nonsense?

Oh... She had almost forgotten that Little Rich Son's identity was that of a prince.

”Sir Wang, let's talk.”

Little Rich Son's gentle gaze turned cold the moment she left Jin Weiwei.

Wang Hai subconsciously took a step back, and his spine unconsciously bent.

After that, yamen runner brought Wang Hai out of this place, and Little Rich Son followed along.

Cheng Yu squinted his eyes, as he suspected Little Rich Son's identity.

”Madame Jin, who is your husband?”

Jin Weiwei's eyes flashed twice. What should he do? Should she tell Cheng Yu? She always felt that Little Rich Son's identity was too dangerous and she accidentally attracted her enemies.

”He's just an ordinary person like me.”

Jin Weiwei revealed a smile, his two exposed canines looking extremely sincere.

Yes, regardless of Little Rich Son's identity, in her eyes, he was her only Little Rich Son.

Cheng Yu could not help but feel bitterness in his heart, what else could he hope for, or hope that Jin Weiwei had nothing to discuss with him? Wasn't he also deceiving Jin Weiwei?

Not long after, Wang Hai came back, and only looked at Jin Weiwei with a changed expression. Jin Weiwei raised his eyebrows and rubbed his nose, it can't be that Little Rich Son had told Wang Hai his identity, right?

To be honest, she didn't know who Little Rich Son's real identity was, she only knew that the few people beside him called him prince.

”Weiwei.”

As she was lost in thought, Little Rich Son's voice sounded from above her head. Raising her head, she felt that a very good letter had appeared in her hands.

Jin Weiwei looked and touched it, and it still felt a little hard, what was inside?

”Keep it safe.”

With that, Little Rich Son left the dungeon, Jin Weiwei curled his lips across the cell's fence.

Opening the envelope, an exquisite and exquisite hairpin slipped out. The deep blue color it revealed seemed extremely mysterious and grand. Jin Weiwei's eyes lit up.

And there was this workmanship that made the price pretty expensive. As a money grubber, she was forgiven for thinking of money instead of money when she saw the hairpin.

As the saying goes, money is not omnipotent, but no money is impossible.

Cheng Yu looked at Jin Weiwei with the wrong eyes, and when she hugged something as she laughed foolishly, she couldn't help but smile, maybe only in front of that man, would she be able to smile so happily.

Wang Hai's heart was thrown into turmoil. He never would have thought that the person running errands for Jin Weiwei was actually the only son of the Regent, Ji Jingzhi.