Zhou Xiaofu stumbled into the room with a trace of drunkenness, "I'm back!" The most painful thing every day was coming home to face the plain-faced wife awaiting him. Yet, even in agony, he could only feign happiness. After all, everything he had came from her.
"Smack!" A stack of photos flew towards him, hitting Zhou Xiaofu square in the face, sobering him up immediately.
"What's going on?!" Zhou Xiaofu frowned at the woman standing before him in pajamas. He was really angry deep down, but he could only swallow his anger, daring to be angry but not daring to speak. He wasn't afraid of anyone else, except his own wife, whom he could not afford to offend.
"You have the nerve to ask what's going on? Explain these photos to me!" Zhao Yu pointed at the photos scattered on the floor, her voice sharp with accusation. She had always thought he was a trustworthy man, yet behind her back, he was out reveling with other women, getting entangled with female stars.