Through the glass of the hotel lobby, Fu Yanlin watched Zhou Yuhuai leave in disarray, feeling an indescribable sense of satisfaction.
Men like Zhou Yuhuai, who always act holier-than-thou, just need a good dressing down.
"Wife, has Zhou Yuhuai left? Did he badmouth me in front of you?" Fu Yanlin hurried over to Wen Sheng as she entered the hotel lobby, acting as if nothing had happened.
But Zhou Yuhuai wouldn't dare to say much either, after all, Fu Yanlin also knew his secrets, so it was a draw.
Wen Sheng walked into the elevator without uttering a word, allowing the man beside her to babble on, managing not to lose her temper.
Not until she was back in the room did Wen Sheng sit down on the sofa and ask, "You were the one who started the fight just now, right?"
"That's right." Fu Yanlin always admitted what he did, and he even felt that he had been too gentle.
"Why?" Wen Sheng's anger surged deep inside, but she managed to keep a calm facade.
