Leng Youchen kicked open the bathroom door, his movements simple yet brutal, "Then wash again."
"Who does that?" Wei Anning puckered her lips in discontent.
Leng Youchen felt his heart flutter as he watched her, and he leaned down to lightly peck her lips, "I do."
Lu Feng took the evening flight to the United Kingdom's capital, London. He turned on his phone, and the notifications sounded continuously. Only when the phone finally quieted did he begin to check.
What he found was astonishing. There were dozens of missed calls just from the contact labeled 'Little Fox.' Judging by the timing, it was exactly the two days when the BOSS brought his wife back to the United Kingdom, after which there were no more missed calls recorded.
He chuckled to himself, pocketed his phone, and strode out of the airport.
