Wang Chenghao drove to the entrance of the supermarket. He brought back a big bag of menstrual pads and threw it at her.
"I've bought them. Where do you live? I'll send you back," he said, only to see her lying in the backseat, either unconscious or asleep.
He shook her, but there was no response.
"F*ck." He slammed the car door shut and drove to the hospital.
On the other hand, after Zhou Yuncheng had left Wang Chenghao's office, he called his assistant and assigned some work for him to do.
He returned to his office and sat down. He raised his foot and placed it on the table. Looking at the familiar number, he felt nauseous.
"Hello, baby. How's it going? Did you miss me?"
He really was the best at dealing with women.
"I'm free. Of course I'm free. Why don't..." Zhou Yuncheng pretended to pause, trying to whet his appetite.
Half an hour later…
