Late at night, the Fu Mansion.
Fu Lingfeng parked the car at the entrance and then got out of the car.
He looked at the entrance of the Fu Mansion, and gradually, a strong hatred and anger welled up in his eyes.
The words Xia Molan had said to him not long ago still echoed in his ears.
"Lingfeng, you hurry home. Gu Nanqiao went to the bar and messed around with someone; it's already made the headlines!"
He received this call when he was in a meeting.
After hanging up, he didn't wait for the meeting to finish, handed things off in a rush, and then hurriedly took the earliest flight back to the country.
The hands hanging by his sides silently clenched.
Suddenly, Qin Jiaran approached him, and then, her small hand took hold of his visibly tensed hand.
"Lingfeng, calm down first. There might be some misunderstanding," Qin Jiaran comforted.
Her voice was always gentle as water, lacking the sharpness of Gu Nanqiao's.