Xu Mushen was nodding as he dried his hair.
Water droplets trickled down his hair strands and fell onto his firm chest, following the lines of his perfect muscles and disappearing under his bath towel.
His perfect cheek, as if sculpted by heavenly hands, emanated a noble and cold beauty.
The secretary appeared to hesitate, "But sir, we came to H City for that important client. If we return just like this, we might miss him. If we stay just one more day..."
Before she could finish, Xu Mushen glanced at her blandly.
The secretary was immediately silenced, daring not to say more.
For some reason, the normally impassive boss seemed a bit off in the afternoon.
It was as if something in S City was beckoning him, making him eager to return.
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In the bar's private room.
A sharp fruit knife swiftly ripped through Huzi's clothes.
Exposing half of his back.
Xu Qiaoqiao looked at his waist... only to find that the birthmark had long been replaced by a large tattoo.
