Fuck.
Xiao Yu couldn't believe his eyes; these two were actually sitting at the candlelit dinner table he had set up, and it infuriated him to no end.
"Get up, is this where you belong? Take a piss and look in the mirror."
Without another word, Xiao Yu raised his foot to kick, but Li Feng, with a snort through his nose, quickly grabbed a dinner fork from the table and, with a push of his foot, slid his chair back, driving the fork straight through the sole of Xiao Yu's shoe.
"Ah!"
Xiao Yu screamed in agony and fell to the ground once more, this time the shout was especially piercing.
Li Feng pulled his chair back and looked at Wang Jin'er.
"I've been abroad."
"Oh," Wang Jin'er furrowed her brows, "Abroad? What for?"
"Handled a business deal, made a bit of extra cash."
Wang Jin'er murmured with a hum, "How come I don't know about any international business for Myth Communication?"
