After hanging up the phone, Huangfu Zheng didn't give the matter another thought—it wasn't worth his concern.
If Lao Ba couldn't even handle such a minor case, he might as well go back home and farm sweet potatoes. This was a man who could make even the most cunning and mentally tough international criminals talk.
Could he really not deal with an ordinary woman? Even if she was as inscrutable as she seemed, she couldn't be deeper than
Now, the one big issue on his mind was how to coax his wife back.
Everything else seemed trivial in comparison.
Hey, getting angry is one thing, but to stay mad for so long, already five or six days. She still hadn't given him a friendly look.
The more he thought about it, the more annoyed he became, so he stood up, grabbed his jacket, and walked out. When he reached the doorway, he glanced over at the door across from his, only to see it remain tightly closed without the slightest movement.
