Zhou Wenhui's suspicion had already been aroused, and it was no longer easy for Yang Fan to hoodwink her.
He rubbed his cheek, steadying his emotions, before he finally said, "I was at Ding Wang's place. His wife said there were two bottles of aged wine they planned to get rid of, so I stopped by to check them out on my way back."
"You were at Wu Xuelan's place in the middle of the night?" Zhou Wenhui's gaze suddenly grew more suspicious.
Yang Fan nodded solemnly, "We came back together."
"Came back together? Fanzi, what exactly are you doing? Be honest with me!" Zhou Wenhui's face instantly became stern, "It's indeed time for you to find a woman, but you can't just pick randomly. Getting entangled with a married woman spells disaster, not a blessing."
"I don't care what you're up to, get back here immediately."
