Yue Tingfeng closed the bedroom door and called Jiang Lai on the phone. "Do me a favor, warn Yan Ruke that if she dares lay a finger on Yan Qingsi, I will sink her to the lowest rung of society in Luo City. Tell her that I will no longer tolerate her dumb tricks."
After he hung up the call, Yue Tingfeng switched off his phone and took off his shirt. He went into the bedroom. He threw aside the dangling shoe on Yan Qing's foot and went under the covers, hugging her to sleep.
Well, when he said that he wanted to wake up next to Yan Qingsi every day, he meant it.
As peaceful as Yan Qingsi's sleep was, Yan Ruke was experiencing the total opposite of it. Her mental state was bordering the line of insanity.
At the current moment, Yan Ruke looked like the devil with her bloodshot eyes—she was on a rampage in her office. Everything—the computer, her phone, her mug, files—was strewn across the office floor.
