Yan Rusheng expression immediately darkened. Did he dare to show concern for his wife right in front of him? He shouldn't have let him off so easily by just spending one year worth of his salary!
"It's fine. We have over ten servants at home. I can get a chauffeur whenever I want." He then continued, "I can even get my chauffeur to send you home when you get drunk later."
Xuxu was speechless.
'Could this fellow stop bragging so openly?'
Just as Yan Rusheng had expected, Zhao Zheng's face turned red then blue.
Just then, the room suddenly opened. Lu Yinan had arrived, he was clad in his casual attire—a black T-shirt and faint gray track pants.
He had gotten it bad from his family yesterday that two swollen marks under his sleeves were clear as day.
He entered and smiled with a nod. "Sorry I'm late, everyone."
"Young Master Lu is here," Ming Ansheng announced with a smile, but his smile had a hidden meaning behind it.
