Zhu Qingjia fiercely pulled away from Fu Yanlin's arm, but Fu Yanlin held on tightly. She had no match for his strength and his grip was causing pain to her arm. She glared furiously at Fu Yanlin and yelled, "Get lost!"
Fu Yanlin hadn't gotten his answer yet, how could he let go?
His eyebrows furrowed tightly, his tone icy. "Speak!" he ordered.
He looked like a predator ready to pounce.
Seeing the situation, Jiang Shifang, afraid that Fu Yanlin might hurt Zhu Qingjia, moved forward to pull him away, sounding displeased, "What the hell are you yelling at my sister for? Who do you think you are?"
His sister, whom he never dared to raise his voice at, should she tolerate being shouted at by this bastard?
Initially, Jiang Shifang thought that Fu Yanlin's intention in getting excessively drunk that night was to move into the house next door to Zhu Qingjia, to woo his precious sister, but now any fool could tell that the person in Fu Yanlin's heart is Wen Sheng.
