The Spoiled Fang Yusheng

Fang Yusheng: [Give me more clues.]

Qiao Jiusheng: [If I really give it to you, there's no point anymore.]

Fang Yusheng wanted to curse.

He poured himself a glass of wine. It was very little, and it would not hurt his stomach if he drank it. Fang Yusheng wrapped himself in a bathrobe and walked to the balcony to look at the city below. The buildings in this city were not as tall as the clouds in other countries. This city was filled with humanity.

Fang Yusheng lived on the fifth floor of the hotel. There was a very wide LCD screen hanging on the wall opposite him.

There were always advertisements on it. Sometimes, the advertisements were in English, and sometimes in Greek. Fang Yusheng stared at the billboard. There was a lipstick advertisement on it.

He took a sip of wine and Qiao Jiusheng's fiery red lips flashed across his mind.

He swore to himself: When I find her, I have to bite her mouth until it swells to vent my anger.