"Invite me out? Hehe, sure..." Ye Shu's words hadn't finished, when Sheng Shaochen snatched the phone away, hung up directly, and tossed it aside.
This damn little thing, in the dead of night, with her husband right beside her, still daring to make dates with other men?
The whole car was filled with a suffocating, terrifying rage.
On the driver's seat, Guan Jiu's dark face turned deathly pale with fright.
Just then, they hit a speed bump, and the car jolted slightly.
"Tsk, that hurts."
The drunken Ye Shu, lurching from side to side, happened to hit her little head on the car door, wincing in pain.
Her small hand forcefully rubbed her forehead, looking pitifully endearing.
Sheng Shaochen's expression grew even darker, his tone cold enough to freeze someone to death, "Guan Jiu, are you prepared to go back and receive your resignation letter?"
"Young, Young Master, I'm sorry, I..."