Sirius tried to look innocent. "What's wrong? Is there a problem?"
"You know damn well, what's wrong." Lu Zhao's cold eyes darted around Sirius' face. "Why did you call Luo Ying? Don't you know what she means to me?"
Sirius was startled by Lu Zhao's cold gaze and said darkly, "I'm doing this for your own good, Lu Zhao. You're so obsessed with her now, but she doesn't even pick up your phone when you're sick. What if you died last night?"
"You are really starting to piss me off. Go take a break at Neverland and clear your mind. I have a wife to tend to," Lu Zhao said coldly. "This is my marriage. If you continue to stick your nose where it doesn't belong, I will not hold back, even if it's you."
Lu Zhao's words sent a chill down his spine.
Sirius had never seen him like this.
"You're really hopeless, Lu Zhao." Sirius sat on the sofa in defeat.
