"Okay, Auntie, I'll be waiting for your summons at any time."
Qin Muyu took off his champagne-colored suit jacket and draped it over Yang Yuran's shoulders, leaned in close to her face, and whispered in a voice only the two of them could hear, "You must come back to the apartment tomorrow, I have a surprise for you."
His hot breath spilled onto Yang Yuran's face, flushing her cheeks red.
With her eyes fixed on her, she dared not move, remained stiffly in place, and bashfully replied, "Mm, you go on, and I wish you sweet dreams too."
Feeling the hot breath recede, Yang Yuran finally took the opportunity to adjust her awkward sitting position.
Once all the guests had left, Mr. Yang gave an irrefutable command, "Madam, you go back to your room and rest first, I have some things I'd like to discuss with our two daughters."
"I'll stay, is there something I can't hear?"
