The next second.
A loud "clang" came from upstairs.
It sounded like someone was smashing a door...
Feng Yuan jumped in fright and looked upstairs, "What is that...?"
Rong Moyong was still holding his phone, but the call had already been disconnected.
He hooked the corner of his mouth in a wicked smirk, "I've raised a little cat, who might be throwing a tantrum upstairs right now."
Feng Yuan's mouth twitched slightly.
Little cat?
Why did she feel like there was a woman hidden upstairs?
When she entered just before, she had clearly seen a pair of women's leather shoes at the entrance.
Even though there clearly was a woman hidden upstairs, why was he now so doting on the woman on the phone?
This man, indeed, was the same as he was years ago, toying with the human world, playing with women's hearts...
