Cui Zaiye nodded his head and walked alone into the villa.
About a dozen subordinates tacitly dispersed, guarding the entrance.
"Daddy!"
A small boy, around four or five years old, who had been playing with toys in the living room, saw Cui Zaiye and immediately got up, running over to him happily.
Cui Zaiye, a man with countless sins, revealed an incongruous look of doting affection, crouched down, caught the little boy who ran over, and then picked him up.
"Missed Daddy?"
"Missed!"
The little boy wrapped his arms around his neck, laughing with pure innocence.
The woman who had been playing with the child stood up, her sexy figure undoubtedly revealed.
"How come you have time to come over?"
Her voice was enchanting, with magnetic sensuality; her hair flowed in waves, her legs long and tight. Even though she was no longer young, the charm of a mature woman couldn't be matched by that of a young girl.
