Wu Weiwei looked at the ashen-faced Prince Min and the Crown Prince. The expression on her face was like that of a pug—both charming and intoxicatingly gentle. Yulu Villa, Ruyan Pavilion, Fuhui Pavilion—in her heart, she was shouting that the money was rolling in, the money was rolling in.
Lu Hanting, seeing Wu Weiwei’s money-grubbing look, instantly understood what she was thinking. However, all of this rightfully belonged to Weier. Although he had been injured for it, seeing Weier risk her life for him made him feel quite moved.
"Cough, cough..." Wu Weiwei gave a feigned cough.
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