Song Qinghe was really worried and didn't know what to do.
Lu Zhaolin remained calm, standing in front of her and glaring menacingly at the group: "Why aren't you staying in the cultural troupe? What are you doing in the infirmary?"
"Your instructor, Mr. Sun, knows about your unauthorized absence from your post, your involvement in a gang fight, and your harassment of my wife."
"I'll have a serious talk with your instructor, Mr. Sun, later. Now, get out!"
They immediately launched into a tirade, showing them no mercy whatsoever.
Lu Zhaolin didn't think there was anything wrong with it, since he wasn't very familiar with these people to begin with.
It doesn't matter. If they like to gossip and chatter behind each other's backs, let them chatter away.
Anyway, that wouldn't affect me, but now it's different; their arrival is already affecting my wife.
Since Song Qinghe had come all this way, he just wanted her to be happy. He didn't need to worry about anything else; he could handle it all.
Unfortunately, he had already angered Song Qinghe once before because of his own actions, and now that it was happening again, it would be strange if he felt good about it.
Lu Zhaolin wouldn't even let himself off easily, and he came up with all sorts of ways to torment himself.
If it were someone else now, there's no way he would let them off the hook.
Seeing Lu Zhaolin's attitude, Song Qinghe felt quite touched. She thought he had a conscience and knew to protect her at this time, instead of joining the others in bullying her.
Otherwise, she would really start to doubt whether she had married the wrong person.
The young girls in the performing arts troupe had been instigated by others, and they all felt quite pressured by Song Qinghe's scathing remarks.
Now that Lu Zhaolin has taken over, the group exchanged glances and immediately felt an urge to run away.
Even if Lu Zhaolin knew they were from the performing arts troupe, so what?
He doesn't know them. Even if they stood naked in front of him, Lu Zhaolin probably wouldn't even glance at them.
Not to mention recognizing their names, that's simply impossible!
Several people were itching to leave, and they were just a hair's breadth away from going.
Song Qinghe looked at them, her eyes flickering slightly: "Honey, if you're going to complain to the boss, you should at least write down their names. Otherwise, what if they deny it later?"
Lu Zhaolin was startled when she called him "husband," as this seemed to be the first time she had addressed him that way.
I have to say, I'm a little excited.
Seeing that Lu Zhaolin didn't react after she finished speaking, Song Qinghe couldn't help but reach out and poke his waist.
Lu Zhaolin immediately said sternly, "Give me your names."
Although he has a photographic memory, he can remember their facial features with just a glance.
They can't just pretend nothing happened and let it go after they leave.
He's not that good-tempered at all.
After Lu Zhaolin finished speaking, everyone in the art troupe immediately looked dejected, each one more frustrated than the last.
At the same time, his hatred for Song Qinghe became even more obvious. What a Song Qinghe! She's not just a village girl, but a cunning one.
This time they really learned their lesson!
Song Qinghe met their gazes and said indifferently, "Honey, you're not familiar with them, how did they know you were in the infirmary?"
"Could someone have been monitoring your movements and deliberately leaked the information to them so they could track you down? That would be terrifying!"
"Or is it that someone behind the scenes has been watching me all along?"
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