Only when the effects of the medicine began to fade away did the crimson red in the man's pupils gradually recede.
The entire corridor was empty, with only the sound of his heavy, oppressive breathing.
Clear yet grating.
......
In the dining room on the first floor of the villa, a sumptuous breakfast was served by the servants.
Luo Qiangwei was having breakfast with Senior Madame Mo, and it was over twenty minutes before Mo Shiche came down from upstairs.
Luo Qiangwei noticed that he had changed into a black shirt and even his trousers, his black hair slightly damp, seeming as if he had taken a shower. The point was... his complexion was still so pale.
Was it really such a pain from just a kick from her?
Seeing this, Senior Madame Mo frowned and kindly called out, "Che'er, come have breakfast, we are all waiting for you."
Mo Shiche, holding his suit jacket, walked towards the entrance. His breathing was shallow, and his tone lacked interest, "No, I am off to the company."
