The car stopped at the entrance of the villa.
With Uncle Kong, the driver, looking on smilingly, Chu Feng helped Wang Xuerui, dressed in her nocturnal attire, out of the car.
Before she even lifted her head, she heard Wang Erbao shouting hatefully, "Stop, you scoundrel, let go of my sister!
"Where are you putting your filthy hands? Get them off!"
Chu Feng rolled his eyes.
When he had contacted Wang Erbao using Wang Xuerui's information terminal in the car just before, he had anticipated this kind of clamor.
Wang Erbao, fury burning three feet above his head, ran over wanting to pry Chu Feng's hand from where it lay on Wang Xuerui's slender waist.
How could he not be anxious?
If he let this dog couple spend more time alone, the childhood friend who bullied him daily would soon be riding over his head!
Was he supposed to respectfully call him "brother-in-law" too?!
