Night fell.
Xiao Ling was seated on the side of her bed in her bedroom early on.
She had put on her most seductive clothes that accentuated her graceful figure to perfection, her hands resting on her thighs, the expression in her eyes a bit frantic.
She was waiting, waiting for Liu Zhizhong to show up, so she could start carrying out the task given to her by Chu Dazhuang.
After a long while, the bedroom door was slowly pushed open.
Liu Zhizhong quietly walked in, his expression calm.
Only after the door was completely shut did he let out a long sigh of relief.
Gently, he took off his coat, hung it up, and his face also instantly grew cold.
It was as if his previously gentle and elegant demeanor was all an act.
And now, back in his own bedroom, he finally didn't have to pretend anymore.
The clarity in his eyes also turned into a trace of coldness.
He still had his own unfinished business to attend to.
