Watching the anger on her small face, he was startled for a moment, "What happened? Who was on the phone?"
"Those two holes on your nose—are they just for breathing? Can't you check yourself?"
Wen Qiao threw down those words and stormed into the bedroom, then forcefully slammed the bedroom door so hard that even the living room windows trembled.
Fu Jinghen: "?"
Was that his call she just took?
How could she still be this angry?
Fu Jinghen put down the fruit plate in his hand, picked up the cellphone from the sofa, and decided to check who had upset his darling to this extent.
The moment he saw the call log, Fu Jinghen's brows furrowed deeply.
Thinking of Wen Qiao's uncontrollable anger, Fu Jinghen could guess that Yang Lan must have said some unpleasant things.
He threw down the phone, strode toward the bedroom, and tried the doorknob, half expecting to be denied entry, only to find that Wen Qiao had not locked the door.
