Just when Mo Siluo needed to vent his urgent desires somewhere, the cellphone on the desk rang.
He had no intention of paying attention to it and just wanted to quickly finish matters with the woman then and there.
Wen Wan struggled futilely until the end, but just as Mo Siluo succeeding, let out a comfortable sigh, a knock on the door sounded.
"Don't come in!" Mo Siluo roared.
"The old man has fainted and been hospitalized; they want you to go there immediately," Rong Zifeng's voice came from outside the door.
Mo Siluo frowned, hastily ended things with the woman, then straightened his clothes, picked up his keys, and prepared to leave.
Wen Wan sat collapsed on the floor, putting on her clothes in humiliation.
"Stop wearing that mournful look all the time! Your old man isn't dead yet!" Mo Siluo sneered venomously and then warned, "Tomorrow, same place, we'll continue!"
Wen Wan reached out and grabbed at the man's trouser leg, asking urgently, "You... you didn't just..."
