Back at the detached villa, Zhang Qixiang's face was gloomy and depressed.
But Liu Zhizhong was already waiting for her in the dining room on the first floor, grinning from ear to ear.
Looking at the beauty in front of him, Liu Zhizhong secretly seethed with passion.
She wore a beautiful black silk midi dress with floral patterns and a straight-across neckline that showcased her graceful and luscious figure.
Under the finely crafted glasses, her delicate and fair features had a distinctly charming flavor.
Even shrouded in gloom, she had a cold allure that was thrilling.
"Haha, Sister Qixiang, your man has come to see you. Cheer up a bit! Look, your skin is getting better and better, your complexion more and more delicate, and your figure is becoming more pronounced, just like a girl who's just started developing. Such a beauty shouldn't be frowning! Looks like having a man's tender care really makes a difference, huh?"
