Shang Mo sat in the car for the longest time without moving at all Big Mountain stood outside, perplexed. He was curious as to why Mr Shang was not getting out of the car nor entering the house – what was going on?
Besides, it was unusual for Mr Shang to get that drunk.
The way Mr Shang was right now was akin to a devil coldness had been stripped off and was just devilishly seductive.
Completely drunk, Shang Mo was dazed and could not understand what was going on completely as well. He was probably tied up by his internal conflict as he rubbed his glabella before getting out of the car.
When Big Mountain saw him do that, he rushed forth and helped Shang Mo into the house.
That was when they met Rong Mo who was heading down.
Looking at Rong Mo standing in the living room, Shang Mo's deep eyes squinted slightly with a lazy casualness.
The moment their gaze met, it felt as though a current was jolting through his bones.
