Michelle, who knows some Xia Tian’s identity and background, also has to be respectful of Xia Tian in this China.

That's why he invited Zhou Wanqiu's family of three this time, not just Zhou Wanqiu.

The two of them came to the restaurant to sit down, but Michelle naturally hadn't arrived yet.

But just after sitting down, a young and fashionable woman suddenly sat opposite Xia Tian and the other two.

"Zhou Wanqiu."

"Such a coincidence, I actually met you here!"

Zhou Wanqiu looked up and glanced at the woman.

In an instant, Zhou Wanqiu's entire face became gloomy.

Even Zhou Wanqiu clenched her fists in an instant, and she seemed a little angry.

"Wang Huaqian, why are you here!"

Wang Huaqian laughed at that time: "Why can't I be here?"

"It's a coincidence. I haven't seen you for six or seven years. Today I actually met you here."

"Zhou Wanqiu, okay, you can actually come to the Michelin restaurant for dinner. It seems that you are doing well."

As he said that, Wang Huaqian turned to look at Xia Tian next to him: "Is this your husband? He looks pretty handsome."

"But looking at his outfit, he doesn't look like a rich man, but he looks like a gangster on the street!"

Zhou Wanqiu frowned even more and said, "Wang Huaqian, my family is not your turn to comment here!"

Wang Huaqian gently whispered and said, "Okay, okay, if you don't let me say it, then I won't say it."

"Zhou Wanqiu, it seems that you have been doing very unsatisfied over the years, right?"

"After graduation, did you go back to this small place in Qing City and find a company to be a small designer?"

"Your monthly salary is probably not even 10,000 yuan, you can just eat every day and wait to die."

"This is different from your ambitions back then. You were the number one design talent in our academy and were inspiring to become the world's top fashion designer."

When it comes to this, Zhou Wanqiu's face looks even more ugly.

She was even so angry that her whole body was trembling slightly.

Xia Tian and Zhou Wanqiu have been married for so long, and this is the first time he has seen Zhou Wanqiu so angry.

Even when facing Zhou Ziman before, I never saw her so angry.

Wang Huaqian completely ignored Zhou Wanqiu's anger.

She still said unyieldingly: "So, this person's life is sometimes destined by God."

"You once inspire to go to Yiguo to study after graduation and want to become the world's top design master."

"As a result, you can only stay in this small place and do nothing."

"And I am different. I have been studying in the country for six years and have now become a senior designer of the well-known luxury brand guci in Italy."

"Do you know what I came here for this time to return home?"

"You must know that some time ago, our Guci started a fashion design competition here, right?"

Speaking of this, Wang Huaqian deliberately raised the decibels and looked very exaggerated.

"Zhou Wanqiu, you must have participated, right?"

"But, you must have not even entered the top twenty, right?"

"Tsk tsk, it's not your fault. Who said that you have no chance to learn and improve in these six years?"

Zhou Wanqiu kept clenching her fist, and even the nails on her left hand were deeply embedded in the flesh.

She was angry, angry, and even wanted to slap Wang Huaqian in the face.

Xia Tian can see that she and Wang Huaqian are classmates from the University Design Institute.
Chapter completed!