Zhang Hongyang was grinding his teeth so hard that his cheeks puffed up, his face growing even uglier.
He plopped down onto the edge of the bed and, looking at his beautiful wife, said irritably, "Just now I was reading the district government's files in the study, guess who called me?"
Zhao Han was somewhat curious, since a call that could anger Zhang Hongyang to this extent must have been no ordinary matter.
She rolled out of bed and asked, "Who?"
"Your little aunt."
"What? She calls and you're not happy about it, but instead you get this angry?"
