บท 1812: Young Master Lu is Busy Courting His Wife (Part Twenty Two)

How could this hooligan be this heartless? How could she bear to leave him outside?

Lu Yinan chided Zhou Shuang under his breath. At this time, the phone inside his pocket rang. His eyes gleamed in excitement.

'Could it be Shuang? Did she call to shower concerns?' Lu Yinan wondered to himself.

Young Master Lu whipped out his phone, but the next moment, disappointment streaked past his eyes. It was Ming Ansheng.

He answered brusquely, "What?"

He sounded impatient and unhappy.

Young Master Ming further rubbed salt into his wounds. "Why? You failed despite harassing her?"

He was quite certain.

Lu Yinan snapped in an annoyed tone. "Yeah, I failed. Your woman must be gloating."

Ming Ansheng replied, "My Yueyue empathizes with you."

Lu Yinan sneered coldly. "Your Yueyue? Aren't you shameless! Have you registered your marriage or held a wedding? Did she acknowledge you?"