Wen Yuci threw herself at Fu Yunshen, trying to snatch away the cellphone he was holding.
But just as she lunged forward, the man raised the phone above his head and, with his other hand, caught her wrist, pulling her directly into his embrace.
Her hands pressed against the man's handsome and solid chest; even through the suit and shirt, she could still feel the burning heat of his skin beneath.
Wen Yuci wanted to stand up, but in the next second, the man gripped her soft waist, speaking with a careless yet extremely dangerous tone, "Do you know who filmed this video?"
Wen Yuci's long eyelashes fluttered, "I didn't expect you to have this kind of voyeuristic hobby back then!"
A cold laugh sounded from the man's throat, "I certainly didn't, but your mother did."
Wen Yuci's almond-shaped eyes tightened.
