Inside the guest room, Yan Yuling took a breath after hearing the quarrel in the living room.
She lowered the quilt and said in surprise, "Wow, I didn't expect to have a fresh melon so early in the morning! This situation is so dog-blooded. Rich people sure can play!"
While she was listening to their conversation, Feng Zhexuan in the living room was so angry that his heart almost exploded due to rage.
He thought the person touching him in his sleep was his wife and therefore did not reject the touch. But within seconds, he began to feel itching and burning pain in his arm.
Just when he felt the pain getting worse, he opened his eyes and saw Xing Xiayan stroking his arm seductively. Shocked, he pushed her away and jumped out of bed.
He didn't know how she got into his home, only remembering his wife saying someone rang the doorbell. When he saw the old key card on the ground, he finally understood the situation.
