"Damn!"
Tang Luo looked at the sleeping Han Ruobing and squeezed out a word through gritted teeth.
He checked his phone, then looked at Han Ruobing, feeling even more depressed.
He was really annoyed with that assistant Zhang now. If it weren't for her call, he might already be rolling in the sheets by now.
Well, now Han Ruobing was asleep, and he certainly couldn't just move in and do something, could he?
If he did that, he would despise himself!
"Sigh... forget it, it's been several days, I don't believe there won't be an opportunity."
Tang Luo sat on the bed for a while and finally shook his head, getting down from the bed.
He put the phone back on the nightstand, covered Han Ruobing with the blanket again, turned off the light, and left the bedroom.
He returned to the dining room and saw the candles that hadn't been extinguished. He blew them out in one breath.
