Mu Xingfeng found that every time Lin Junyang called him now, it was indirectly to ask about his wife. This feeling made him unhappy, very unhappy.
"No," Mu Xingfeng replied with just two words and wanted to hang up. Recalling how this guy's call interrupted his cuddle session with his little wife that day, he regretted even answering it.
As if Lin Junyang knew what Mu Xingfeng was thinking, he quickly said, "Second Brother, I really had something important when I called you that day. Do you know what those two girls were up to?"
"Attending the opening ceremony of a classmate's fashion studio," Mu Xingfeng replied indifferently, with an air of "my wife already told me."
"Yeah, but Second Brother, didn't you think something was off?" Lin Junyang led him on.
"Hmm?"
"It's just a classmate's fashion studio, did they really need to dress so nicely? And they're classmates; to emphasize their revolutionary friendship, shouldn't they just have worn school uniforms or ordinary clothes?"
