"Oh, I suddenly remember that I still have something else to handle. You two may continue… just continue…"
After Duan Yarong was stupefied for a brief moment, she looked like she had been stung by something. She sucked in a cold breath before she closed the door with force and fled away.
From a distance, Zhao Youlin could still overhear Duan Yarong's conversation with Zhao Shunrong, who had been following closely behind her.
"What's happening? Why are you looking so panicked?"
"It's all about Youlin and President Mu. The two of them are... inside the bedroom under broad daylight… Oh dear, how shall I put it? I'm already so old… That's so shameful!"
