When the cleaning was done, Zhong Feng called Hu Lei. She stepped away from the other two people and answered the call with a shy smile on her cute face. Even though she had always been able to control her physiological reactions, she could not hold back the blush.
This would be the first time they were talking since their heated encounter in the boudoir.
"What?" Hu Lei answered in a rough manner, in spite of her overwhelming shyness.
Zhong Feng chuckled, "Is that any way to speak to your husband?" He paused. "Did my performance last night disappoint you?"
Hu Lei's little face became like a super ripe tomato.
"Who wants to talk about your performance?" She raised her voice.
Beatrice and the grandpa who was attempting to eavesdrop subtly looked at her. She felt even more embarrassed and thought that it was Zhong Feng's fault that it had turned out like this. She could only hope that the old man did not understand her words.
