Zhang Meilan, who had been watching TV, suddenly put down the remote control and stared at Tang De with suspicion. Tang De was carefully putting away his blue and white porcelain teacups and shot her a displeased glance. "Meilan, if you have nothing better to do, could you please stop with the wild theories?" he snapped.
"Oh, Tang De, are you itching for a beating?" Zhang Meilan retorted, flaring up instantly.
"Alright, alright, I'll listen to your analysis," Tang De said hastily, afraid the aggressive woman would smash his precious tea set in her anger.
"I can't believe the Golden Sun mortgage contract was a mistake," she began, handing him a piece of fruit. "Do you think the contract for the villa from Qin Long could be fake, too?"
"How is that possible?" Tang De waved a hand dismissively, completely unconvinced. "We saw the transfer records with our own eyes. Besides, Xuewu signed it herself. Absolutely not!"
