Mo Shiche's handsome face suddenly turned cold.
He was almost enraged in an instant—
Mo Shiche's fine features darkened almost as black as ink, his eyes unblinkingly fixed on her, then suddenly, he stood up straight and walked towards the door.
With a bang,
the door shut forcefully, causing the entire room to tremble.
Angry?
Heh.
So easily angered.
Luo Qiangwei's red lips curled into a cold sneer as she walked to the liquor cabinet, poured a glass of red wine, and went to the window with her goblet in hand.
Looking down, she could see the man's Maybach still parked at the apartment entrance.
Her eyes were unmistakably cold.
She took out her phone and dialed a number.
The person on the other end took a while to answer, his voice low, "Is... is it Tangtang?"
"Yes, the money for tonight's dance will be transferred to you through online banking. Buy some food for the child, and his favorite toys," she sipped her red wine and asked softly, "Has he woken up yet?"
