10:30 AM.
The black Land Rover slowly drove out of the villa.
Sitting in the driver's seat, Tang Feng glanced through the rearview mirror at Aunt Qing sitting in the back.
His gaze was full of fiery desire.
Aunt Qing seemed to have a fondness for wearing cheongsams.
When Tang Feng first laid eyes on Aunt Qing that morning at the villa, he was utterly mesmerized.
A sleeveless magenta printed cheongsam clung to her exquisite body, intellectual yet elegant.
Her curvy, voluptuous body, coupled with that delicate face, got Tang Feng hot and bothered in an instant.
Especially when Aunt Qing walked, her high-slit cheongsam revealing those long legs in thin, transparent stockings was exceptionally tempting.
Luckily, while giving the old man his massage, Aunt Qing wasn't beside him, or else the old man might have noticed something amiss.
At this moment, Aunt Qing's eyes were also fixed on the rearview mirror.
