Yan Rusheng was half-furious and half-elated when he saw those articles. He finally knew Xuxu's whereabouts, yet those articles cast him in a bad light.
When did he look for ladies?
He vowed to make these reporters and tabloids pay someday.
Young Master Yan's phone interrupted the silent rage swirling inside of him. He retracted his thoughts and glanced at his phone.
It was from Lu Yinan.
He must have called because of those articles. Yan Rusheng answered the call.
"Third Yan, who is that? Who exposed us?"
And he was right about Lu Yinan's call.
His tone sounded as if Lu Yinan was more outraged than him. He must have suffered his wife's wrath.
Young Master Yan who was frustrated as well snapped impatiently. "How would I know? Speak your piece and skip the nonsense."
"I know. You must be rushing to Shanghai to look for Wen Xuxu."
Lu Yinan scoffed coldly at him.
