Han Feng came with his family. After showing his invitation to the security at the door, he went in with his family.
Just as he got inside, his phone started buzzing.
He found a chance to take out his phone and glanced at it, his expression changing subtly as he said to his wife beside him, "I need to go to the bathroom, watch the child."
Mrs. Han, who came with their little chubby child, was chatting with a wealthy acquaintance. Hearing this, her face turned sour instantly, and she grabbed his sleeve, lowering her voice, "Going to find another vixen, aren't you? Don't forget where we are!"
Han Feng, having already argued with her over the mall incident last time, saw her putting on the shrew act and pulled her hand off, saying coldly, "There's no vixen. You're overthinking. I'm just going to the restroom."
"You always have excuses. Last time, the wedding anniversary necklace you got me wasn't identical to the one you gave that vixen!"
