Gazing at Ye Qingqing's attractively curved silhouette as she walked away, inhaling the residual lingering fragrance in the air, Chen Feng felt as if there was a flame burning within him.
"Goodnight, my wife"
Chen Feng called out.
However, no sooner had Chen Feng finished speaking, when a roar came from Li Suqin on the second floor, "Don't you let people sleep at night? Worthless trash, if you don't want to sleep, then roll out now, you're so annoying."
Upon hearing these words, Chen Feng felt a surge of anger.
But Li Suqin was Ye Qingqing's biological mother, and Chen Feng, who still held a affection for Ye Qingqing, didn't want to resort to violence. He bottled his anger and went to his room to sleep.
The next day, early in the morning, after making breakfast as usual, Chen Feng went out alone. His plan was to buy a car and then some decent clothes.
It was Old Sir Ye's 80th birthday banquet. Chen Feng didn't want to dress poorly for such an occasion.
