Sheng Congzhi spoke calmly, "I have something to do today and won't attend the last episode of the show. Please let Director Wang know for me."
Fu Yan's tone shifted to stern immediately, "What do you mean? Where are you exactly?"
Sheng Congzhi replied succinctly, "Cleaning up the mess you left behind."
Then he hung up the phone.
The mess I left behind?
In the washroom, Fu Yan put down his phone and picked up a razor nearby.
His well-defined, slender fingers touched his chin, then squinted at the mirror, and suddenly his thin lips curved up, smiling brilliantly.
Then—
Sheng Congzhi soon received another WeChat message from him.
"Baby, didn't I say last night that I would run all plans by you first?"
Sheng Congzhi: "What are you going to do now?"
Fu Yan typed with a smile: "Husband and wife are birds of the same forest, and I want to help you clean up the mess."
Sheng Congzhi: ????
At Jingjiao No. 9 Mansion.
The couple actually got up at six in the morning.
