Sun Aoyu was beyond arrogant now, not caring where he was; all he knew was that he had come to find his wife.
"Get out!" Duan Xinxin couldn't bear Sun Aoyu's behavior; she could tell at a glance that this guy was no good. How could a good person be involved with someone like Feng Jiayin, that old witch?
Ignoring Duan Xinxin's fury, Sun Aoyu stroked his chin, realizing that he had caused quite a commotion on his entrance. Duan Yanran hadn't come down yet—could she not be in the villa?
Feng Jiayin also realized this fact. If she wasn't coming out, then she was too late and must have gone to Benma Real Estate.
"It seems we came at the wrong time," said Feng Jiayin.
"Really fucking disappointing," muttered Sun Aoyu, knowing they had come too late and feeling quite irritated. But he wasn't worried; he turned his gaze toward Duan Xinxin and Su Ruoxi. Weren't they readily available? He might as well deal with them here and then get intimate with his wife afterward.
