Gu Mohan raised his brows and lifted Tang Mo'er up without another word.
As Yan Dong opened the doors to the presidential suite, Gu Mohan carried Tang Mo'er and stopped beside Huo Beichen, his eyes piercing as he glared at Huo Beichen with deep and narrowed eyes. "Don't let me catch you touching her again, or I'll chop your hands off."
"…"
Gu Mohan carried Tang Mo'er into the room.
…
In the presidential suite.
Tang Mo'er was placed on the plush, handmade carpet, Gu Mohan walked in front of his desk and put down the documents. With firm hands and slender fingers, his moves were steady and deliberate as he moved to unbutton his shirt, shrugging off his gray blazer before he hung it on the chair. As he rolled up his sleeves, his gaze was fixed on her. "You are not allowed to wear so little clothing before leaving your room."
Mm, he was… angry.
