Ling Xiangyu called over a few girls with sizzling figures. It didn't matter whether his buddy would use them or not; they were all on standby by his side. He naturally knew that Mo Siluo was a person with severe mysophobia, so the women he called didn't dare to get too close to him.
The pungent scent of perfume made Mo Siluo frown almost imperceptibly. One of the girls, probably new, didn't know the rules. She poured Mo Siluo a glass of wine and then lifted it up, bringing it to the man's lips.
Mo Siluo's handsome face turned slightly, his voice cold, "Out!"
"Huh?" The woman was a bit slow to react.
Finding this, Ling Xiangyu quickly sent her away. In a little while, he brought back another, "A chick, clean."
But this gift hadn't even been unwrapped when Rong Xiya burst in.
Mo Siluo glanced at Rong Zifeng subconsciously, the accusatory look in his eyes clear without words.
Rong Zifeng quickly raised his hands, "I swear I'm innocent!"
