The balcony.
Fu Yanlin stood in the north wind, yet it felt like a fire was burning inside him.
Having another man coveting his wife was fucking infuriating.
Hadn't Jiang Shifang claimed he had absolutely no such thoughts about Wen Sheng last time?
How come he turned around and got his own dad involved!
With that thought, Fu Yanlin called Song Yu'en.
He was rejected the first time, and his anger surged with each ring of the second attempt.
"Fu, you old mutt, what's up? Did your sister-in-law kick you out again in this freezing weather, looking for me to take you in?" came Song Yu'en's teasing voice on the other end.
Fu Yanlin squeezed a sentence out through clenched teeth, "Fuck off, a dog's mouth can't spit out ivory!"
"If it's nothing, I'm gonna hang up. I'm busy, you know," Song Yu'en said, ready to end the call.
"If you dare hang up, I'll tell Chairman Song all about your escapades in America," threatened Fu Yanlin.
