He punched the car. A cold gust of wind blew across his bare neck. He suddenly thought of those kiss marks on Nian Junting's neck. He squatted, holding his head with both arms like a boy who had just lost his most precious toy.
In the car, Luosang slowly buried her head in Nian Junting's chest. She had received too much negative information today. "Did you really purchase 80 percent of the stocks of the film and television company? I haven't heard you talking about it," she said.
