As soon as Mo Han stepped out of the neighborhood's main gate, he saw seven or eight neatly lined Mercedes-Benz business vehicles, with an iconic Lamborghini Poison trailing behind them.
The car door swung open, and a woman wearing sunglasses and a Tiffany dress stepped out slowly, her attire strikingly seductive.
She twisted her slender waist, casually tossing the sunglasses onto the driver's seat, then walked towards Mo Han at the neighborhood entrance, hooking her right index finger provocatively, "Mister Mo, get in."
That voice was one that no normal man could resist.
Mo Han was, of course, at the peak of his vigor and couldn't resist either.
He inhaled the intoxicating fragrance, lifted his head, and his gaze met Wen Biyu's soul-tempting eyes. In just a split second, he found himself somewhat spellbound.
Today, Wen Biyu was more exquisitely dressed than usual, her attire sexy, her every move exuding elegance and nobility.
"What's wrong?"
