411 Lay It All Out on the Table

The bedside lamp was the only light in the room. 

Fu Qingye crawled out of bed and stared at his phone messages. Although his screen was already flooded with texts, the messages kept coming in. They were all from Fu Qingxuan. 

[Qingxuan: What's the situation?]

[Qingxuan: How'd it go?]

[Qingxuan: Did you catch them in bed?]

[Qingxuan: Do you need me to come over and help?]

[Qingxuan: F*ck! Li Yuan is an animal! I could kill him!]

[Qingxuan: He doesn't deserve to be called a human!]

[Qingxuan: Motherf*cker, c*ck-sucking *sshole!!!]

At first, it was only asking for an update, running his mouth about Li Yuan, and blasting Fu Qingye's phone with angry, fire-breathing, and exploding emojis, then Fu Qingxuan took it to the next level by hitting the call button endlessly. 

[Qingxuan: Qingye?]

[Qingxuan: Qingye?]

[Qingxuan: Qingye! Qingye! Qingye! Qingye!!]