"I was waiting for my wife to finish drinking with friends and come home,"
Fu Yanye explained again.
Ouyang Ping: "..."
"What nonsense are you talking about? Who is your wife?"
Zhuo Jian couldn't help but turn her head and glare at him with a reminder.
"The woman who almost bit my neck off just now,"
Fu Yanye said, deliberately touching the place she had bitten.
The lighting here was dim, which is why Zhuo Jian looked like she wanted to strangle him.
Ouyang Ping couldn't help but laugh, "So the person who sent me a message on WeChat claiming to be a spouse wasn't actually Zhuo Jian, but President Fu?"
"Miss Ouyang has sharp eyes!"
Fu Yanye watched Zhuo Jian take a large drink and calmly admitted to Ouyang Ping.
Ouyang Ping couldn't help but look at him admiringly, then at the woman he annoyed so much she only drank in silence, reminding her, "Drink less."
Zhuo Jian wished she could drink herself into oblivion and wake up to find that everything she heard was an illusion.