Bab 367: The Mafia King is 'almost' scammed

Wei tried but couldn't calm down. Until he knew what was wrong with Lihua, he wouldn't be able to stay calm.

He paced back and forth in front of the washroom. "She is still not opening the door," his voice was laced in anxiousness.

Mingshen was puzzled. "Why are you with her anyway?"

Aren't those lovebirds already divorced now?

"Or maybe you are stalking her?" He sneered. "You are the worst, oh great Mafia King."

Wei's expression darkened, and a dangerous aura emanated from his demeanor. "Yang Mingshen…" he threateningly said in a low voice. He wasn't in the mood for his jokes.

"Keep your threat to yourself. You wasted my time for something that happens so commonly in pregnancy."

Wei blinked his eyes. "Commonly?"

"Morning sickness, you bastard. Either that or maybe she ate or smelled something that caused the reaction."

Wei thought back to it.

"A waiter had passed by carrying a plate of chicken sandwiches."