The waiter looked at Zhao Wenjin in front of him and remembered that Liao Jun and Feng Lili's divorce had been sudden, truly without any warning signs.
Could it be? No way, although the waiter was surprised, he didn't show it, "He's at work."
"Please call him out for me, thank you. Just tell him his brother's wife is looking for him."
"If he doesn't want to come out, tell him I don't mind seeking his supervisor." Zhao Wenjin said the coldest words with a smile.
The waiter hadn't expected the visitor to be Liao Jun's brother's wife. He remembered Feng Lili mentioning once that the wife her brother-in-law married was a fool—wealthy, but still a fool.
Could this woman be her? But no matter how he looked, he really couldn't see any foolishness. Forget it, whatever Feng Lili said couldn't be trusted at all.
Liao Jun was busy in the kitchen, preoccupied with thoughts about how the talk between the old lady and Liao Kai had gone that day.
