"I—I just went to play mahjong with those women, didn't I?" Fang Yue came rushing upstairs, saw that everything upstairs was perfectly fine except for the phones and the mess in the living room, and asked, "What's going on? Did something happen? Why are all the phones at home smashed?"
Fang Yue thought Gu Hai was in a bad mood today, so she comforted him like usual, carefully bringing Gu Hai a cup of tea and speaking softly.
'Bang'
Gu Hai took the water, but before he could even take a sip, he burned himself. He tossed the cup aside and glared, "Are you trying to scald me to death?"
"Gu Hai, just because you're in a bad mood doesn't mean you have to take it out on me!" Fang Yue's face went cold, clearly unhappy.
All these years, if Fang Yue could make sure Gu Hai didn't have any women outside, it wasn't just relying on her gentle side. When she needed to be, she was just as unhappy as anyone else.
