"Sir, you."

"Just do as I said. As I told you before, Zama treats her as my wife." Samuel's tone was a little cold.

Zama asked puzzledly, "Sir, what is her identity? Even if you want to remarry, you can't throw away the things from your previous wife, right?"

Samuel rubbed his temples and sighed. "Put everything in the warehouse and find a dry place to store them."

"Mister.

Zama couldn't see Samuel be so stressed.

When will Samuel, who has always been a proud man, compromise for a woman? Even ...