Yang Fan had already been very sincere, but no matter what, Wang Daqiang still didn't believe him. He looked at Yang Fan with a serious expression and said, "Fine, we'll sleep together tonight. I'll go with you, and you can just arrange any place for me. I don't care if it's on the floor or in the corridor."
Yang Fan: ...
Not cool, Old Wang, not cool at all.
He stared at Wang Daqiang for a long time, and finally said helplessly, "Alright, Old Wang, I have to admit, you've won."
Wang Daqiang cracked a smile, "So you're really planning to go find Lu Qiuyang, right? Looks like my instincts were right."
"Yes, your instincts... are ridiculously accurate," Yang Fan said darkly.
If it weren't for his role, Yang Fan would definitely have a serious talk with Wang Daqiang about his instincts.
With such sharp instincts, how could he be fooled by his wife into such a sorry state?
