"Heh heh! Look for another man? Only over my dead body."
Ji Fang shuddered slightly, thinking to himself that the Deputy Director was being unreasonable and seemed utterly ruthless.
Like a big villain.
In TV dramas, usually called the arch-nemesis.
"Book my return flight. I need to go back immediately."
"Yes!"
Ji Fang ran off in a hurry, not wanting to stay another minute, nor daring to think about how many people would go mad if the Deputy Director suddenly left.
In the vast suite, Zhou Hengguang sat quietly on the sofa alone, not knowing how long it had been; the snowflakes outside the window had turned from light flurries into large, feather-like flakes. Soon, everything turned white.
Zhou Hengguang's tense body gradually relaxed, his stiff back reclining into the sofa, sinking his entire body into the soft cushions. His silk robe fell open, revealing a large expanse of pale, well-defined skin on his chest.
