No one dared to intervene when Han Xuanwu lost his temper; with the promotional performance imminent, no one wanted to offend such a powerful figure.
"Hmph!"
Han Xuanwu snorted coldly in satisfaction and turned to head upstairs.
The staff on the first floor stood frozen in place, watching Han Xuanwu's back with helpless expressions.
"Mmm... Ah... Ah..."
"Ah..."
"It hurts so much, get out..."
Zhong Xianya's voice—what was going on? Han Xuanwu had a bad feeling in his stomach. He quickened his pace toward Zhong Xianya's dressing room. The dim lighting and the quiet surroundings of the second floor only made the sounds from the room more evident.
That sound...
Standing at the door, listening to the moans coming from inside, Han Xuanwu trembled with rage. Zhong Xianya, that slut, always pretended to be so high and noble in front of him, but behind his back, she was so lewd!
He had to see who her lover was.
