Chu Qiao opened the door tremblingly and saw Ming Ye who looked tired and low in energy. He clearly looked like he had not rested all night. Even the clothes he was wearing were from yesterday and had some wrinkles.

In the past, no matter how busy Mr. Ming was at work, he would never fail to change his clothes when he got up the next day.

Chu Qiao has been with Mingye for so many years and knows that he has been a very particular person since he was a child. It's really sad to see how he behaves like this now compared to before.

Chu Qiao said dryly: "Young Master..."

Yesterday, he overestimated his abilities and thought, "A bicycle can catch up with a rocket." But after half an hour of chasing, his master was not happy.[

Chu Qiao had no choice but to sigh and return home in despair. After arriving home, he remembered, oh...he still had a cold beauty stored in his house.

Mingye originally planned to let Misha meet Lanshan yesterday, but who would have thought that what happened, so Misha's matter was put on hold for now.

"Have you checked it out?"

"While you were in Italy, my wife only went out once. The young lady of the Lan family asked my wife to go shopping..." Chu Qiao paused at this point and began to think about what to say next.

Ming Ye knew that Chu Qiao had more to say later: "What else?"

"Also... I met the wife of the Zhou family in a jewelry store and had a quarrel with her. Of course she won, but... she was also very angry, so she said goodbye to Fang Li and did not go shopping any further."

Chu Qiao emboldened himself and said with difficulty: "Later... Madam did not go back to the mansion directly, but went to... Huating."

He had already said it in a down-to-earth manner, and tried his best not to say words that would kill him, but... it didn't work.

Ming Ye was injured and clenched her hands tightly into fists, spitting out three words from between her teeth: "Who did you meet?"

Chu Qiao was shaken by Ming Ye's murderous aura and hurriedly said three words: "Wei Shuo."

After saying these three words, Chu Qiao almost wanted to run away. After taking one look at Ming Ye's face at that time, he never dared to look at it again.

The temperature in the office plummeted to critical levels, and Chu Qiao felt that the cold wind blowing outside was warmer than inside.

Ming Ye had a sinister look on her face, murderous intent filling her brows: "Bring me the photo."

Chu Qiao immediately took out the photo that was delivered by express delivery yesterday from the file bag and handed it over with both hands.
Chapter completed!