Having left Ling Weiwei's office, Lin Fei went straight to his cubicle. Recalling what Ling Weiwei had said to him in her office, he picked up his phone and called Mu Shanshan.
Mu Shanshan, working on the twenty-sixth floor, took out her cell phone and saw that it was Lin Fei calling. Her brows slightly furrowed, although they were already married, their phone conversations were infrequent and Lin Fei hardly ever took the initiative to call. Although she was somewhat surprised, Mu Shanshan still answered, her voice cold, "What is it?"
Listening to the chilling indifference in his wife's tone, Lin Fei sometimes really doubted whether Mu Hong had forced him to marry Mu Shanshan precisely because he knew of her frigidity and was worried she wouldn't be able to marry otherwise, and so had foisted her off on him.
Of course, these thoughts were just that—thoughts. If he actually voiced them to Mu Hong's face, likely as not Mu Hong would curse him out and get violent.
