"Alright, I'll call her now, but don't you regret it later," Sima Huimin suddenly pulled out her cellphone, scrolled to Lin Xinru's number, and asked him one last time.
Chen Feng made an inviting gesture with an air of indifference, his face showing no sign of fear.
This guy really didn't know when to give up, so if that was how he wanted to play it, she'd make sure he understood his mistake clearly. Sima Huimin quickly dialed Lin Xinru's phone number.
Immediately, Lin Xinru's familiar voice came through, and after Sima Huimin chatted with her intimately for a few moments, she turned to look at Chen Feng, who was still composed, and said through gritted teeth, "Little Xin, let me tell you something funny. Today at the station, we caught a guy, and you know what he said? He actually told me that he's your husband. Isn't that hilarious?"
