Chen Baicheng was sitting at home watching TV. On the screen, a new urban drama, "Beautiful Wife is an Assassin," was being aired. Just when it was getting exciting, the episode suddenly ended.
"Damn it, what's with this protagonist? Having such a pretty girl and not making a move, what a waste. What's with this director, not finishing an episode? Putting out just two episodes a day, isn't that just teasing us?" Chen Baicheng cursed, throwing the remote control aside. Just then, his phone rang.
"Hello, what's up? Miss? What happened to Miss? What? Isn't she... doesn't she not like men? What's going on with you all? Several of you couldn't handle one person? Damn it, so what if the door's locked? Can't you blow it open? I'm telling you, if my precious daughter's hurt even a hair, you'll face the consequences." With a snap, Chen Baicheng tossed the phone onto the sofa and started pacing around, looking troubled.
