Lin Cheng held back and restrained himself from kicking the door open with a swift kick.
Knock knock. The door was rapped upon twice before being opened from the inside soon after.
Fu Xing came to the door with a lazy expression, his clothes somewhat disheveled, carrying an air of rakish nonchalance.
One look at him, and it was clear what had just taken place; Lin Cheng was so angry he could barely breathe straight.
Leaning against the door, Fu Xing asked indifferently, "What is it? Is something the matter?" His handsome face and the innate authority that surrounded him could make anyone tremble deep inside, even from just a glance.
Han Shuang was about to erupt in anger on the spot, but this time, Lin Cheng stopped her.
Lin Qingfeng said with a smile, "It's time for dinner, hurry up and join us."
Fu Xing nodded his head, "Got it," and then with a loud snap, he slammed the door shut.
Leaving everyone outside speechless.
