After all, she could have written a ten-thousand-word essay on her mood to complain.
When Wen Ran secretly felt contempt, Liu Jing's voice came through again. "Leave Mr. Fu's house now. Don't take advantage of him while he's drunk and asleep to harass him."
"Mind your own business!"
After hanging up the phone, her little face scrunched up, clearly dissatisfied.
Liu Jing really was the ceiling of the narcissism world and the evergreen tree of shamelessness!
Rolling her eyes, she lifted her foot and walked towards the staircase, planning to go upstairs and return the phone to Fu Chenlie.
However—
Just as she reached the staircase and prepared to ascend the first step, she suddenly realized something was off!
She looked up the stairs.
In doing so, she saw Fu Chenlie standing on the second-floor corridor, staring intently at her!
Wen Ran's heart sank in an instant.
He couldn't have heard her entire conversation with Liu Jing, could he?