Chen Quanshu pushed open the door of the villa and immediately saw the small figure lying on the couch, fallen into a coma. His slightly pudgy face instantly revealed a sleazy smile as he rubbed his hands together and step by step crept closer to Mu Mian...
Mu Mian was very quiet, like a sleeping angel. If it weren't for her tightly furrowed brows, she would have appeared flawless.
Because of the injury on her leg, she was wearing a white, knee-length dress today, adorned with a few delicate, starlike flowers that added to its charm.
All over Chen Quanshu's face was a look of greed.
He knew from the moment he saw her at the Century Charity Gala that she was like a finely crafted porcelain doll, meant to be held in the palm of one's hand, to be cherished, nurtured with only the best of everything.
