At the same moment, Nan Baihao beside him had a stern face. He had decided that from now on, he would only rest after making her cry and beg for mercy every night. Otherwise, would she still sneak off to those places behind his back?
The luxury car accelerated.
"Big Brother, are we just going to let this go?"
Gu Shaocheng's fingers rhythmically tapped on his own thigh, his face extremely somber: "We'll go back first, I've been out too long."
Leaving all the guests at home with only Wuqing to attend them was obviously too inconsiderate, far from proper hospitality.
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The night was heavy, very heavy.
It was already half past ten in the evening, and Gu Shaocheng had sent batches of guests away. He stood at the main entrance, looking into the pitch-black night: "Chenxing hasn't come home yet?"
