บท 57: Sweet-talking Wife

Zhang Hongyang clenched his teeth so hard that his cheeks puffed out, and his face looked even uglier.

He plunked down onto the edge of the bed and, looking at his beautiful wife, said irritably, "Just now I was in the study reading documents from the district government, guess who called me?"

Zhao Han was a little interested, a phone call that could get Zhang Hongyang so angry must be no small matter.

She flipped over from the bed, "Who?"

"Your aunt."

"Huh? She calls and you're not happy, but instead, you're this angry?"