Tang Yan stood in front of the French window, watching the silhouette of the woman, as emotions churned tumultuously within his heart.
When he had emerged from the kitchen and met Jin Mo's eyes, he had felt his heart pounding violently, almost wishing he could pounce on her right then.
He was angry not at Jin Mo, but at himself for being so spineless that just one look from Jin Mo could draw him in.
After returning to the bedroom, he buried himself in the blankets, hoping to control the complex emotions in his heart through sleep, but that woman just wouldn't stop making noises outside.
After Tang Yan lost his temper, seeing her leave in a huff still left him feeling uneasy.
At that moment, Jin Mo was sitting in the car, squinting until the vehicle slowed to a stop.
"One hundred and twenty dollars!"
