The night was deep, and all was quiet.
Lin Fan lay alone in the western wing of the courtyard.
At that moment, he suddenly missed the days when he used to sleep under the bed.
What happened to the plans for intimacy enhancement, the promises of a honeymoon trip?
Why did they suddenly disappear?
"Ding-a-ling..."
Just as Lin Fan was utterly baffled,
the telephone by the bed began to ring.
It was Yang Linglong calling.
"You're back, why didn't you tell me!"
As soon as the call connected, Yang Linglong's voice of questioning came right through.
"I've been dealing with some things at hand, just finished and haven't had the chance to call you yet. How did you know I was back?"
Lin Fan leaned against the headboard.
It wasn't that he didn't want to find her, but he didn't dare to.
After all, she had made herself clear last time.
If his wife were Ning Mengyao, she would have been so ashamed that she'd consider suicide.
