"Yanye?"
"As Fu Yanye's woman, do I lack anything from the Lin Family?"
Fu Yanye coldly asked, then immediately hung up the phone.
If Lin Jiaoyang dares to harbor those thoughts about Zhuo Jian, he's courting death!
Fu Yanye thought, growing angrier, coldly staring at the number and mercilessly blocking it.
——
Zhuo Jian walked out of the room and saw him holding her phone, standing in the dining area. She asked him, "Did someone call me?"
"No!"
Fu Yanye's dark gaze flickered at her, his rage unabated.
"Oh!"
Zhuo Jian acknowledged, but somehow felt that he wasn't telling the truth.
Otherwise, how could she explain his murderous look?
Zhuo Jian stood there, timidly making eye contact with him.
Fu Yanye walked toward her, slow but resolute.
Zhuo Jian instinctively took a step back.
Fu Yanye said, "You can come to me for anything you can't handle, don't demean yourself by begging others, understand?"
Zhuo Jian looked at him unexpectedly, wondering what he meant by that.
