Xia Weibao was startled, "Director Lu, you're having a nosebleed!"
Lu Hualiang reached up to touch it and his hand came away bloody.
His face turned a magnificent shade of black.
"Director Lu, you're not overheated, are you?"
With a face turning from black to red and eyes that seemed to flicker with flames, he indeed looked like he had symptoms of overheating.
Lu Hualiang looked down at his proudly standing little brother, then back at the innocent-faced Xia Weibao.
He silently turned around and walked towards the bathroom.
He was indeed overheated, with a fire of desire threatening to consume him.
After a cold shower, upon coming out, Xia Weibao was still taking selfies with her phone.
When she saw him emerge, she flashed a grin and then pointed at the coffee table, "Director Lu, I brewed you a bowl of herbal tea."
Lu Hualiang's eyes and brows furrowed.
"My kind of fire can't be extinguished by herbal tea."
