Lu Bing, who is far away in Africa, is completely unaware.
He was grinning, tagging everyone in their WeChat group: "Brother Jia, Brother Ding, Brother Wu, Brother Yi, Brother Geng, you guys haven't met Miss Qin yet, you just don't get it! Anyway, I reported to Brother Jia who is on a business trip in Europe last night, and I bet with him that Miss Qin's bold moves will one day be discovered by Mr. Emperor, and she'll get a divorce paper!"
The people who were tagged seemed to be busy, with no time to pop up.
Lu Yi really wanted to throw in that astonishing resume screenshot to slap him in the face.
And by the way, tell that fool Lu Bing: you are the divorce paper!
After thinking about it, he held back his actions.
Then slowly typed: "Yeah, how much is the bet? I want in as well."
Lu Bing: "A hundred thousand! Bet that Mr. Emperor will write a divorce paper within six months."
Lu Yi: "Alright. I bet they'll have a lifetime of happiness."
