Fu Yanli seemed not to understand Jiang Xun. He frowned slightly and asked, "What recording?"
There was no hint of a joke on his usually cold, unsmiling face, as if he had developed amnesia overnight.
The smile slowly vanished from Jiang Xun's face, leaving only a stiff curve at his lips. He practically forced the words through gritted teeth. "Uncle, please stop joking."
How was this any different from being a scumbag?
Fu Yanli made to close the door. Jiang Xun hurriedly braced a hand against it, instantly losing his cool as he glared fiercely at him.
"You toyed with an honest person's feelings! Give me the recording!"
Fu Yanli seemed amused by his reaction. Pleasure flickered across his face as he watched the young man who could no longer keep up his obedient act and was about to bare his claws again. "An honest person?"
With that, he turned and walked into the bedroom, casually tossing out, "Come in first."
Jiang Xun had nowhere to vent his anger. He wanted nothing more than to charge over, kick Fu Yanli to the floor, and beat him up to avenge his humiliation.
But in reality, he really didn't have the guts.
The mighty mop-wielding god of war was nothing but a useless little weakling in front of Fu Yanli.
Jiang Xun secretly ground his teeth, throwing a left hook at Fu Yanli's back, then a right.
Just before the other man turned around, he swiftly lowered both hands and folded them neatly in front of himself.
At a look from Fu Yanli, he reluctantly walked inside.
"Can you give it to me now?"
"No rush." Fu Yanli motioned for him to sit on the sofa and poured him a glass of water. "Wait here."
Jiang Xun perched on the edge of