Sensing the finality in her voice, Tristan had no other choice but to let his wife handle this. He didn't want them to meet but he trusted Zhen-Zhen.
"Alright, wifey. I will not object. But for now, let's go home first. You can meet Clifford tomorrow."
On the other hand, FaMo wanted to object. He was already eager to punish Clifford, however Zhen-Zhen had decided to deal with him personally.
FaMo was afraid that Zhen-Zhen would be soft-hearted while dealing with Clifford. He couldn't imagine Zhen-Zhen being rude or harsh to someone.
Tristan started the car. But before they left, Zhen-Zhen burned those photos in her hands.
FaMo's cat-jaw dropped and he scratched his face using his paw. He didn't see the photos yet. He was too curious but unfortunately, Zhen-Zhen burned them before his eyes.
'My baby Zhen is so angry, I guess.' FaMo thought to himself.
