"I'll be right there."
Lu Jianshen hung up the phone, his eyes and brows radiating coldness.
At this moment, Nan Xi, not knowing where her courage came from, suddenly rushed in front of Lu Jianshen and spread her arms like an angry cat blocking his way.
"Nan Xi, what are you doing?"
"Don't go." Nan Xi lifted her head, staring at him defiantly.
The expression on Lu Jianshen's face grew colder by degrees, and his voice was even more decisive as he demanded, "Step aside."
"I've said it, you're not allowed to go."
"Lu Jianshen, you're my husband, we're a married couple. I won't allow you to leave me and go see a mistress who's ruining our marriage."
The word "mistress" was finally spoken loudly and clearly by Nan Xi.
In the past, no matter how angry or upset she was, she never cursed Fang Qinglian in front of Lu Jianshen.
But this time, she didn't need to restrain herself.