Luo Weibing's knees gave way the moment he stepped out from the cafe entrance.
Zhao Youlin crossed her arms and looked at Luo Weibing's defeated look. With a look of disdain, she said, "Look at you! You're good for nothing!"
Luo Weibing groaned several times. He said with a sad face, "Sister Lin, you didn't put yourself in my shoes. Don't you know Mu Tingfeng's background? If my father were to find out that I… Ahem! I hooked up with his ex-wife, he will certainly break my leg and kick me out of the family!"
Zhao Youlin rolled her eyes at him, and replied, "Don't worry. Your father won't find out about it."
"How do you know?" Luo Weibings looked at Zhao Youlin curiously.
Zhao Youlin did not bother explaining to him. She immediately grabbed his ears and dragged him to the parking lot, "Just shut up if you don't want me to throw you into the river for the fishes to feast on you!"
