Fu Yanlin didn't just talk the talk, immediately dialing Song Yu'en's number after putting down his chopsticks.
"Get to the hotel to see me within half an hour!"
Song Yu'en was playing games at home and was really into it when he got interrupted, almost throwing his phone in frustration. "You bastard Fu, didn't you take your sister-in-law to stay at the hotel? I certainly don't have a fetish for watching lovey-dovey couples!"
"I'm just asking if you're coming or not?" Fu Yanlin said coldly.
Song Yu'en slapped his thigh in exasperation. "Why should I show up just because you say so? Damn it, with that temper of yours, how can your sister-in-law stand you!"
"If you don't come over, I'll tell your dad about the time in America—" Fu Yanlin stopped there, adding, "Remember, you have only half an hour."
Damn bastard!
"Did I dig up your Fu family's ancestral grave in my last life? Can't you give it a rest on such a cold day?" Song Yu'en cursed and hung up the phone.
