Li Mao hadn't expected Wan Fuqi to come knocking.
He believed that during their chat, he hadn't touched any of this man's sore spots. It shouldn't have been enough to make him actually chase him all the way to Zhu Ying's home to teach him a lesson.
Countless lessons had taught him that in front of an Enigma, the course of events was never under his control.
Other than waiting helplessly for his fate, he had no second option.
Since that was the case, there was no need to show those childish, unnecessary emotions.
So, faced with Wan Fuqi's harsh questioning, Li Mao merely looked away dismissively. He lowered his head to look at Er-Er drinking milk in his arms, his tone calm.
"What did you come, come here for?"
"Heh." Wan Fuqi was so angered by the little stutter's attitude that he laughed. "What? Did I interrupt you two?"
"A-actually, it is pretty bad luck."
As if he had decided that showing weakness would be useless, Li Mao simply gave up and began throwing out the truth, sentence after sentence.
Though Zhu Ying, caught between them, couldn't sense the tense yet strangely lingering pheromones between the two, she could understand Chinese.
The conversation was unpleasant, but it wasn't hard to tell that the two knew each other.
After all, there was a child in the house. Li Mao's identity as a thug couldn't be ignored either, and the friends he knew were not necessarily decent people. On top of that, the man outside clearly seemed hostile.
Zhu Ying didn't step aside. Braving Wan Fuqi's overwhelming pressure, she turned to confirm with Li Mao, "You... know each other?"
At her words, Li Mao raised his head and looked at Zhu Ying, who was anxiously seeking an answer from him.
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