Han Zhifan pushed the door open and immediately saw Cheng Weiwan with her back to him, standing at the side of the bed.
She was taking off her clothes, just as he had instructed.
Han Zhifan furrowed his brows as a hint of annoyance entered his eyes. He shut the door and took two steps into the room. With the least amount of patience in his voice, he saw that Cheng Weiwan still hadn't moved and he cried, "Did you forget what I said?"
Cheng Weiwan's body trembled and her eyes raised slightly. She looked as though she was going to take her clothes off but mid-way through, her hands fell back down.
Her sluggishness made Han Zhifan burn inside as he blurted with an even more violent voice, "If you're not willing to go through with it, quit being an eyesore! Let me tell you - if you p*ss me off, I'll turn around right now and you can forget about ever seeing your son!"
