Chen Bingsheng always appeared enthusiastic and generous, the epitome of cheerfulness and openness, seemingly without a care in the world. His career was smooth sailing, his family harmonious, with a virtuous wife, filial children, and healthy parents. He looked every inch the winner in life.
Yet, who would have thought that after a few drinks he'd turn into a chatterbox, resembling a menopausal old lady with a constant string of complaints!
Chen didn't have much else to do; he sat on the ground, leaning against the wall, and before anyone realized it, he was already snoring. Chen Cang picked up the keys, ready to open the door.
Unexpectedly, the phone rang.
He pulled out his cellphone and saw that the incoming call was from a number ending in 9999.
Such a phone number was naturally the hallmark of the wealthy, but to call him in the middle of the night—could it be that a rich woman was after his good looks, or had his reputation for attractiveness spread far and wide?