Just as he finished speaking, Ye Junqing lazily stood up from his chair, stretched his wrist and walked towards Fu Zhuo.
As he approached, he lifted his head and threw a punch at Fu Zhuo: "You do know the saying, 'Better to demolish a temple than ruin a marriage', don't you?
"Ouch!"
Fu Zhuo, knocked dizzy by the punch, was as silent as a cicada in winter: "Boss Ye, Boss Ye, what's wrong? I didn't ruin your marriage."
"You didn't ruin it? If you didn't, then why didn't you tell me that you had changed my appearance ten years ago?"
Ye Junqing, feeling unresolved, swung another punch: "Such an important matter, and you didn't mention a word to me for ten years. If it wasn't for Ji Qishu telling me, how long were you planning to keep me in the dark?"
"Ouch!"
Fu Zhuo was punched dizzy again: "Boss... Boss Ye, calm down, I was planning to tell you about it."