As evening approached, Liu Mang finally left the Lin Family.
Riding his "Little Princess" out of Jinding Garden, he glanced back at the gradually distant Lin Family mansion, with a broad smile on his lips.
Lin Changtian, oh Lin Changtian, you sneaky bastard, I bet you didn't expect your own backyard to catch fire.
Murong Yanran is such a beautiful woman, constantly left alone, cold and forlorn at home by Lin Changtian—it's truly a waste. Young Master here just lent a helping hand, no need to thank me too profusely.
Having left Jinding Garden and pondering where to go next, Liu Mang's phone suddenly rang.
He checked the caller ID—it was Lu Mengyao. Pressing the answer button, he said, "Hello, wifey, missing me?"
"I'm missing you, alright—missing the chance to smack you hard. You sound cheerful; did something good just happen?"
With a cheeky laugh, Liu Mang half-jokingly said, "What if I tell you I just handled the scummiest guy in Jiangnan City?"
