Luo Qiangwei was stunned, having not anticipated that Yan Chu would suddenly call out to her like that in the bathroom—a suggestion that would lead any normal adult, let alone an experienced one, to imagine suggestive scenarios.
The man on the other end of the phone's breathing noticeably deepened.
Yan Chu was still calling out from the bathroom, "Weiwei, did you hear me? ..."
The air fell into a silence like death itself, and Mo Shiche's voice, low and ice-cold, was the first to come through, "Luo Qiangwei, where are you now, with that gigolo?"
Luo Qiangwei's lips moved slightly, and the image of him with Luo Hongying in bed suddenly came to mind. Her lips curved into a mocking, alluring smile, "Right, President Mo, just a moment, I'm getting a piece of clothing for Ah Chu."
The man on the phone suddenly roared lowly, "Luo Qiangwei—"
