Lihua came back, bringing another bowl of soup with her. "Boss! Here is your second."
On the other end of the call, Mingshen chuckled. "Oh is that Song Lihua's voice I hear? How sweet. The Mafia King spent the night with some other woman while his fiance was waiting for him last night to put the ring on her finger. Spicy huh."
Wei's gaze darkened. "Not some other woman. My woman."
"Oops."
"I will be there in an hour."
His voice turned cold. "I don't have time today."
A dangerous aura loomed around Wei. "Then make the time."
He hung up.
Lihua asked, "Who were you talking to?" She wondered if it was someone from his family. "Was it Uncle? Or Old Madam?"
Wei stared at her. His mind was jumbled up in a myriad of thoughts and confusion. He gently pulled her and whispered, "Feed me."
