“Shut up!” Pissed off, He Lei glared at the fatty furiously. The fatty covered his mouth at once, but his eyes were still dancing around suggestively.

He Lei stood straight and looked at me. “You are on Xing Chuan’s wanted list and were nowhere to be found. I was very worried.” He looked awkward as he explained himself. He pushed the fatty’s head that had popped up behind him. “The fatty likes to blab. I hope you don’t mind.”

I smiled happily, warmly, from the bottom of my heart.

Smiling, I glanced at He Lei. “It’s okay. Harry used to call me his wife. Didn’t you, Harry?” I nudged Harry and looked at him. Don’t make He Lei feel embarrassed.

Harry stared at me.

I continued to...