Anger and possessiveness surged through Wang Lu as he walked towards Yan Mei and Lei Zhao. Just as he was about to reached them a figure blocked his view. Wang Lu stopped and looked up at the person. Wang Lu growled in anger.
"Leng Shao." He coldly spat the name he hasn't uttered for five years.
Leng Shao smirked and swirled his glass of wine, "I know you hate me for whatever stupid reason. But for the sake of being old friends I have to stop you from doing something you would regret later."
A confused frown marred on Wang Lu's forehead. "What are you talking about?" He seethed.
"I know you think she is Feng Mei, but she isn't. Her name is Yan Mei and that man is her husband."
A boiling fury swelled inside Wang Lu and his muscle grew tense when he heard, "her husband."
'How can she get married?'
