The man's gaze shifted evasively as he looked towards Zhang Shifang.
When Zhang Shifang caught his glance, she squinted slightly, in what looked like a threat.
The man's complexion changed, and he hurriedly revealed a look of deep affection and tolerance to Tang Huai, "Angry with me for not spending the night with you? Be good, I had to attend a business gathering last night and discuss a deal with a big client; I couldn't stay with you. But it's alright, when I return tonight, I'll keep you company, how does that sound?"
Everyone who heard the man's words, laced with ambiguity and bluntness, thought that Tang Huai spent every night in the arms of this man.
This man, who was both short and unsightly, had his hair slicked with an excess of pomade, shining brightly. It was hard to see him as a wealthy person.
However, appearances can be deceiving, and the sea's depth unfathomable. A man who looks poor might actually be very rich.
