Thinking of this, Ning Fan embraced the trembling Lan Kexin, taking great pleasure in sniffing the exposed cleavage of her strapless chest.
"Mmm... Such a nice fragrance, is it Lancôme perfume?"
Lan Kexin's face blushed with shame, her eyes ablaze with anger, biting down hard on her teeth, she nodded her head in grievance.
She wished Zheng Fuhua would leave quickly so she could punish Ning Fan, the bastard, yet Zheng Fuhua had not left, which made her despise him even more.
Zheng Fuhua's eyes brimmed with fierce light; he was completely enraged by Ning Fan. How dare this migrant worker hug his woman in front of him—this man was seeking death!
After all, he was the Young Master of Zheng Corporation; was there any woman in Zhonghai City he couldn't get, and who would dare to stir up trouble with him?
However, no matter what, he would not believe Lan Kexin was in a boyfriend-girlfriend relationship with this man. Surely, Lan Kexin was just putting on an act.
