Wei Shaoqiu had never failed to get a woman he wanted, and Zheng Xiaoduo would be no exception. As he spoke, he lit a cigarette and took a fierce drag on it while facing the window.
The driver immediately made a call to start his inquiries.
About ten minutes later, the driver had an answer. "Young Master," he reported, "I checked her sister Zheng Xiaoman's call records. Half an hour ago, she reserved a table for three at Qiaoxi Sea Restaurant."
"Three people?" Wei Shaoqiu stubbed out his cigarette and said grimly, "Does that mean that good-for-nothing Chen Yang is there too?"
"That should be right," the driver nodded.
Wei Shaoqiu scoffed. "A freeloader who only survives by marrying into his wife's family—what right does he have to dine with Xiaoduo? And what right does he have to be her master? A good-for-nothing who doesn't even know his place… that kind of person is just begging to be taught a lesson!"
