"Xiaoyue, Xiaoyue, slow down..." Seeing his beloved wife riding the motorcycle like a professional racer, Fan Shaoming couldn't appreciate her prowess; he was worried about her safety.
What Su Xiaoyue left him was a swiftly receding figure.
Fan Shaoming stepped on the gas, powering up to chase after Su Xiaoyue.
In the spacious and luxurious room, upon entering, to the right at the small bar, Bai Feng sat on a high stool, one hand resting on the counter, the other holding a glass of red wine, savoring it with pleasure.
He was happy!
Having wreaked havoc on Xia Ying's office and done things that anger Su Xiaoyue, he was happy!
He was such a contradiction. If Su Xiaoyue was happy, he would be happy; if Su Xiaoyue was angry, he would also be happy. Sometimes Bai Feng doubted if he had split personality disorder.
"Thud thud."
The sound of knocking came.
Bai Feng remained seated, casually sipping his wine.
"Big brother, it's me."
