However, Cen Shuang had this kind of magical influence on him. Even though he had failed a few times before, he had never stopped thinking of her. If he could not get his hands on this woman, he would not feel at ease even after death.
Cen Shuang entered the bedroom and lay down by the bed. "Don't come any closer. Even if grandpa can't bear to part with you, Zhuang Hong will not let you get away with this." She pulled the blanket off the man on the bed weakly, hoping that he would quickly open his eyes and stop pretending to be asleep.
When Zhuang Tinghao saw Zhuang Hong, a hint of hesitation flashed across his eyes. Then, he quickly laughed mockingly. "Why would I be afraid of him? He's lucky that the car accident didn't kill him. Today, I'm going to personally make him a cuckold, and let him hear that his woman is in my arms, while he only lies in bed. Haha!"
