Huo Sichen brought the person to the door of the presidential suite, and still the same answer: "Inconvenient."
Given his promiscuity, he could not tolerate someone of the opposite sex eyeing Li Susu incessantly.
Just as he was about to leave after making arrangements, Judy Servon called out to him, "Aren't we going to have dinner together? I've travelled all the way to China, it wasn't easy."
"You didn't come here for me."
Judy Servon: "..." Ruthless.
After all, he's his cousin. Is this how Chinese people treat their relatives?
Despite complaining, he dare not confront Huo Sichen.
At seven in the evening, the black Maybach returned to the villa.
Looking at the woman still sprawled on the bed, deep in sleep, Huo Sichen was about to close the door and head to the third floor to work, when the movement of the quilt caught his attention, and Li Susu opened her eyes and sat up.
She was now in a mess, her hair unkempt, her expression dull.
