Huo Xiao was making a series of urgent calls outside the villa.
Ming Ge had no choice but to crawl out of bed, spent ten minutes picking out clothes, and another twenty minutes applying a glamorous, thick makeup, before finally stepping out, teetering on her high heels about half an hour later.
Waiting for a woman to leave the house was undoubtedly a patience-draining affair. Huo Xiao, with a cigarette perched on his lips, casually rested his long fingers on the steering wheel, fidgeting with a Zippo lighter, flicking it on and off.
Despite his handsome and proud features, there wasn't much impatience to be seen.
The gate to Villa No. 9 opened, and Huo Xiao, hearing the noise, turned his head from the convertible's driver's seat towards the gate.
