“Don’t you have a home?” Rong Shu’s eyes swept over his face. His right cheek was swollen, a clear sign he’d been in another fight. “So you get into a fight and decide to use my place as your safe house?” “You’re my sister-in-law.” “Your *ex*-sister-in-law.” “Ex or not, you’re still my sister-in-law!” Fu Jinglin jutted out his chin. “Now open the door and get me something to eat. I’m starving!” “A