Third World: Who Knows A Man Better Than His Wife?

Qie Ranzhe on the other hand was curiously staring at that tattoo running up Feng Zi's entire arm. He had seen it when Feng Zi was being operated on after being shot but didn't pay much attention. Now he was curiously staring at it wondering why Feng Zi got it in the first place.

Wen Qinxi was just closing the bathroom door when he was startled to see two people staring at him like he owed them money. "What?" he asked tossing his bloodstained clothes in the bin.

The two immediately averted their gaze with Zhao Huangzhi saying, "Get out," in a commanding tone while Qie Ranzhe took another sip of his soda.

Wen Qinxi strolled over and leaned against the table right next to Qie Ranzhe with his arms crossed in front of his chest and a brittle smile plastered on his face. "I can leave but there is no guarantee that I won't escape," he said honestly.