Rong Shaoze, aren't you afraid your promiscuity will bring disaster upon you one day? Aren't you afraid of contracting some disease?"
In her eyes, he was nothing but a beast that could become sexually aroused at any moment.
Otherwise, he wouldn't have treated her like that in the first place.
Being the kind of guy who frequently flirts with other women, Xinlan was genuinely worried that he might transmit a disease to her.
Just as she expected her mouth to be both tough and foul, Rong Shaoze's eyes gathered a storm, his hand tightly gripping her neck, about to explode in rage, when suddenly his phone rang.
He didn't answer, but the ringtone screamed relentlessly, over and over again.
Rong Shaoze, irritated, hit the speakerphone and roared, "This had better be important, or I'll fucking end you!"
"Shaoze... it's an emergency..." The person on the other end, their voice trembling.
"Speak!"
"Shaoze, something happened to that woman!"
