Sun Mulan arrived, still accompanied by that Assistant Shen.
This time, however, she glanced at Chen Mo twice more than usual before surveying the entire private room.
Then her gaze fell on Wan Qian's still-flushed face and she asked coldly, "What have you just been doing?"
"He is still my man; why do you care what I do?"
Wan Qian actually ignored her, stretched out her finger to tidy her hair, and tucked it behind her ear.
Her hair tips were also dampened by her own sweat, having just relieved herself of the longing she had felt for the past two days with Chen Mo.
"Fine, you know what I want, give him to me, and the contract will be as you say."
"Wait a minute, what era is this? I am a person, not an object."
Chen Mo protested, but Sun Mulan looked at him, and with an uplift of her lips, she smiled, "Do you want to leave Wan Qian?"
This was the agreed script; Chen Mo timidly glanced at Wan Qian, who glared back at him.
"If you do, then shut up."
