Chapter 872 The Panic Of Fang Guobin

In that moment, everything became clear. Typically, a man who had just laid his wife to rest would be in tears, utterly heartbroken. However, what about Fang Guobin before us? He was reclining in a lounge chair, casually holding a teapot in one hand and a phone in the other, sporting a relaxed smile on his face, resembling a lapdog chatting on the phone with his master. Meanwhile, the housemaid, Alan, was tenderly massaging his legs beside him.