Facing the sharp-tongued and aggressive Fang Xiaonuan, Mr. Lin's expression darkened. "I was, but my memory's not that good."
"Oh, I see," Fang Xiaonuan said as if she had a sudden realization. "That's true. Director Lin, you're getting older. A bad memory is only to be expected. I wonder how old you are this year. 80?"
"I'm just over 50 this year," said Mr. Lin through gritted teeth.
Fang Xiaonuan turned to her husband. "Hubby, don't you think it's strange? Mr. Lin is only in his fifties. Why does he look like he's in his eighties?"
Ji Lingchen's wife's ability to manipulate people had improved again. It seemed like Ji Wen's detainment had made her very angry.
Mr. Lin lost control of his emotions after hearing Fang Xiaonuan's words, but he could not say what he wanted to say as she could. After holding it in for a long time, he finally said, "Miss Fang, you have no manners."
Fang Xiaonuan said, "You're very rude, Director Lin!"
