Chen Mo let out a sigh of relief, feeling slightly better after dealing with Zhou Qianying in such a manner.
Just as Chen Mo was planning to invite Zhou Ruoxue out for dinner, it seemed that Red Sister was waiting for him at the corner of the corridor.
Today, Red Sister was wearing a red cheongsam, with its slit skirt fluttering in the breeze, and her smooth, beautiful legs peeking out intermittently from beneath, captivatingly gorgeous.
She was wearing a pair of high-heeled sandals, each toe so white it seemed to shine, the nails painted with red polish.
As for her chest, it was exceptionally perky, and the deep cleavage seemed like it could smother a man at any time, any place.
Chen Mo felt his heart skip a beat at the sight of the woman before him. For some reason, he felt an indescribable fear when he saw her.
