"It is as I expected of Godfather's right-hand man. Even your words are endearing." The woman patted Ah Zhu's cheek gently. It did not hurt him, but her movements were slightly frivolous. Of course, she narrowed her eyes as she said, "You were quite imposing when you beat someone up today."
Wen Yunfang giggled softly as she noticed the change in Ah Zhu's expression. "Are you afraid? Don't worry; I'm not here to punish you. He is simply a tiny shrimp. It will not affect our friendship. I am here to ask about the man you sent to the hospital.
The woman asked, "He looks like a foreigner. He's a new face. Why haven't I seen him before? Does he know you? Is he your friend? What's his relationship with that woman who only knows how to cry?"
"Young Miss, you're asking about Gu Changshu?"