The corner of his mouth kicked up as Gu Mohan revealed a gentle smile. "Yan Dong, you can head back first. I'll personally deal with this matter."
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In the room.
Gu Mohan's large palm was on the doorknob, he pulled on it to make his way inside the room.
There was only one lamp switched on, providing the room with faint yellow lighting. It was all quiet and warm. Tang Mo'er came out of the bathroom and she wore a silk negligee that fell past her shoulders in a soft waterfall of material.
Hearing the sound of the door opening, she turned her head around to glance at him. Just like a blooming snow lotus, her voice was soft and sensual. "Mr Gu, did you finish handling your work matters?"
Gu Mohan's steps were wide, he walked in front and held her narrow waist with a muscular arm. Taking two steps back, he forced her onto the wall and sandwiched her between himself and the wall.
