Zhang Sheng simply couldn't continue sitting there; he felt too ashamed to face Luo Yanqing and wanted to vanish from his sight as quickly as possible.
Luo Yanqing: "Hmm." His expression remained indifferent. After Zhang Sheng left, he casually capped the liquor bottle and sat for a while longer, then called the waiter to pack up.
When he got home, the moment Zhang Sheng saw his wife Loo Ping, regardless of their children being present, he sternly said, "Follow me to the study."
"What's wrong?"
Loo Ping was puzzled.
Zhang Sheng didn't answer.
Once the two of them had entered the study one after the other, Loo Ping frowned deeply: "You and that Luo Yanqing were fine when you went out. How come you look so embarrassed now, as if you've been dipped in ink?"
Zhang Sheng paced back and forth in the study with his hands on his hips. Then he stopped in front of his wife Loo Ping and demanded with dissatisfaction, "Why on earth are you bothering Luo Yanqing's wife?"