Comforted by his girlfriend's love, Fu Yisheng ended the call, content and satisfied.
Not even three seconds passed before the phone rang again.
Before seeing the caller ID, he answered the call, only to hear Song Xiuluan's angry voice explode in his ear, "Fu the third, look at the mess you've caused! Qingqing has been lambasted by netizens! When has she ever suffered such humiliation?"
Feeling wronged, Fu Yisheng replied, "Uncle Three, I got scolded too!"
He continued, "As soon as they found out Qingqing is the daughter of Lady Ning Anping, I was immediately cursed as cunning and sly, full of deep schemes and machinations, truly a ruthless capitalist who makes a fortune without spitting out a bone!"
Song Xiuluan was drinking tea and, startled by his pitiful tone, sprayed a mouthful onto his desk, soaking the documents on it.
"Fu the third, do you have no shame?"
What's shame? Can you eat it?
