Fu Ling was stunned. He looked at Zhang Liang in disbelief.
"Wen Muchu's younger sister? Wencheng?"
Zhang Liang stiffened his neck and nodded.
What a mess. Mr. Fu was looking for a woman to sleep with, but he actually slept with the sister of S country's president, Wen Muchu?
He really did not know if this was Mr. Fu and Wen Cheng's fate or if it was an ill-fated one.
Fu Ling's face darkened.
This matter seemed to have become more complicated.
Wen Cheng was actually Wen Muchu's younger sister. If he had slept with Wen Muchu's younger sister, then Wen Cheng was still a Virgin.
Fu Ling immediately felt a headache coming on.
He cursed in a low voice,"damn it, Qianqian!"
Then, he raised his head, pushed Zhang Liang away and started to chase after Wen Cheng.
At this moment, Wen Cheng had already come out of the elevator and arrived at the lobby on the first floor.
