Wei Rong walked in from outside the study room, and she could not help but smile coldly as she saw Nan Fang's darkened face.
"Are you thinking about Nan Suyi again?"
Nan Fang frowned and glanced at Wei Rong expressionlessly. "This has nothing to do with you. Just do your job."
'Do my job?'
Wei Rong sneered. "My husband is thinking about other women all day long. How can I sit back and do nothing? Nan Fang, do not forget how you once courted me, and do not forget that Suyi even has a son! Do you want this kind of impure woman too?"
"Shut up!" Nan Fang snapped, red in the face with veins bulging around his forehead. "Get out!"
Wei Rong looked at Nan Fang. Her eyes had turned from the initial anger to calmness.
This time, she did not say another word and simply turned around to walk out.
Nan Fang clenched his fists tightly.
Marrying Suyi was a dream he had since he was young.
However, he did not really love her.
