So, Zhang Hongyang was excited again, gloating.
What a wonderful state of mind!
His sister had just been slept with, sending him into a rage so fierce he felt like spitting blood, but now he had adjusted his mood already.
Just then, out of the blue, his sister-in-law Zhao Yan personally gave him a call.
Zhang Hongyang saw the caller ID and was excited, huh?
What's going on with my sister-in-law?
Normally, she hardly ever calls him directly.
At most, she might contact him through WeChat, just to send some text, and she'd always be brief, no nonsense.
Should I even pick up the phone when she's taking the initiative to call me?
Right then, Zhang Hongyang was inwardly satisfied, basking in comfort, and he answered the call.
"Yan sister..."
He had barely started when Zhao Yan's icy voice came through, cutting him off.
"Zhang Hongyang, are you fucking sick in the head?"
"Uh..."
