"You deserve to be hit, you kind of man."
Wen Huarong snorted coldly, "You already have a wife, why didn't you reject them?"
"I did reject them! But they wouldn't agree, they insisted on marrying me."
Feng Lin floored the accelerator, speeding up.
"Impossible! I don't believe it!"
Wen Huarong glanced at Feng Lin, "How come I can't see the great charm you supposedly have?"
"That I don't know, maybe I'm just an honest man."
Feng Lin shook his head lightly, "Don't they often say, the best destination for a woman is an honest man?"
Wen Huarong turned her face back to the window.
On the way, Feng Lin inquired once more about the matters concerning the Shura Palace.
But Wen Huarong remained tight-lipped, and Feng Lin didn't want to embarrass himself any further.
...
Jiang City.
Feng Lin parked the car outside the Lanhe Family Residence.
"This is the place."
Feng Lin got out of the car.
Wen Huarong followed him out and walked towards the estate.
