His tone was unusually severe. Zhou Fanghua was startled after hearing him out, staring at Qiu Hongsheng in astonishment, unable to understand why he would speak to her in such a manner.
She pursed her lips, then suddenly slammed the thick photo album she was holding onto the coffee table. The album was of the hardbound type, with a cover that was thick and tough—especially heavy. When it hit the coffee table, it made a huge noise.
Qiu Hongsheng's eyebrows knitted tightly together, a vein throbbing incessantly on his forehead. Pointing at Zhou Fanghua, he scolded fiercely, "Are you sick?"
