Facing Cheng Biao's angry and almost crazy look, the mistress was so frightened that her face turned pale.

"I...my closet is full, so I was thinking about sorting out your closet and saw that fishing rod taking up space.

You...you don't like fishing usually, so I think you won't be able to use it."

"Just...just because your closet is full?!" Cheng Biao shouted angrily.

Women, there is always one piece of clothing missing in their wardrobe.

It can be further inferred that women are always short of wardrobes...

Seeing Cheng Biao's cannibalistic look, his mistress cried out in aggrieved tone.

"Uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu

I have sold several of my treasured bags!

What's wrong with selling you a broken fishing rod?

You're actually still mean to me, wuwuwu..."

"I didn't give you any money, but I left you three hundred thousand before I went in!" Cheng Biao said angrily.

"What's three hundred thousand enough for? I go to a beauty salon and it costs two or three hundred thousand a year, so why don't people have to eat and go shopping?" The mistress still said plausibly.

"Originally, I wanted to throw it away, but seeing that it was worth some money, I hung it on the salted fish. I didn't expect that someone actually wanted the junk. I sold it for 800 yuan!"

Cheng Biao wanted to die.

Why was I so blind that I found such a prodigal woman as my mistress?

Eight hundred?

Do you know there are more than 300 million in it!

"Woooooo~" Seeing her still pretending to be pitiful, Cheng Biao wanted to go up and scratch her ears.

But the top priority is to find that fishing rod!

Only I know the secret in the fishing rod, so I still have a chance!
Chapter completed!