"Fuck, who the hell are you cursing?"
Lu Ziheng pinched the bridge of his nose and said, "My wife's matters are none of your business, now leave."
Having said that, he didn't wait for the other side to start yelling and promptly hung up the phone.
No sooner had he put down the phone than a pair of small hands clutched his neck.
Following that, Ran Yu flung herself onto him.
But—
It was definitely not a tender embrace!
She was fiercely straddling him, hands still choking his neck like a little beast as she started cursing, "You beast, scumbag, son of a bitch, I'm going to castrate you! Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhh..."
Lu Ziheng raised his hand and pulled her arms down, trapping her, his brows furrowed, "What's gotten into you now?"
He had just tenderly covered her with a blanket out of compassion, and this girl...
Ran Yu didn't speak, she just lowered her head, ready to bite him.
