Fu Jinghen smoothed his brows and pushed a glass of water towards Fu Qiang, "Have some water."
Fu Qiang picked up the water glass and gulped it down quickly. As she set down the glass and was about to unleash more fury on Fu Jinghen, she saw him stand up from his chair and leave.
"What are you doing? I'm not done scolding yet."
Fu Jinghen shook the cellphone in his hand, indicating he was going to take a call.
Fu Qiang glared at him with the frustration of unmet expectations, "Taking a call, taking a call, your wife runs off and you still feel like taking calls."
Fu Jinghen paused while closing the door, looking back at Fu Qiang through the glass door with a somewhat plaintive gaze.
When it came to rubbing salt into wounds, his sister was truly adept at it.
Fu Jinghen pressed the green button to answer the call, "Did you find out?"
