Wen Zhiyao fixed a cold stare at the man in front of her.
She didn't say anything more, knowing she needed to improvise on Zhao Minghai's turf.
Half an hour later, the vehicle stopped halfway up the hill and Wen Zhiyao was forcibly escorted into a villa.
A few underlings remained on the first floor, as Zhao Minghai took Wen Zhiyao to the second floor.
Zhao Minghai couldn't wait to undress, unwilling to waste any more time.
He had been waiting for this moment for over a month.
Wen Zhiyao didn't resist, her eyes focused on a fruit knife inside a fruit basket.
Turning her gaze towards Zhao Minghai, she offered, "Do you want some fruit? I can peel an apple for you. We've got plenty of time, rushing won't do any good."
As she spoke, she moved closer to the fruit basket, grabbed an apple, and took the fruit knife in her hand.
Zhao Minghai seized her right wrist, taking the fruit knife from her hand.
