Ye Xiong didn't want to meet his wife at the police station when he got back from a mission.
If she found out he'd rolled in the sheets with another woman on his first night back, given her temperament, he guessed she was capable of anything.
"Weiwei, weren't we going to have dinner? Don't stoop to her level."
"How can I eat after getting so riled up?"
Luo Weiwei shoved Xiao Fangfang away, shouting, "What are you staring at? Let's go!"
Seeing her push, Xiao Fangfang also got angry and retorted, "Ye Xiong, I can accept you finding other women, but please, could you find someone decent? Can you even stand her temper?"
"So what about my temper?" Luo Weiwei barked back.
"I just want to say, no matter how awesome you think you are, you're still a mistress."
"Who's a mistress? Watch your mouth! I'm single, Ye Xiong's single, so what if we get a room? What do you mean 'mistress'?" Luo Weiwei snapped.
Xiao Fangfang was rendered speechless in rebuttal.
