Yin Mo was furious to the extreme, and she knelt down, intending to strike him with a lethal blow.
Unfortunately, it was like an ant trying to shake a tree in front of He Chen.
Perhaps it was Yin Mo's constant struggles and lack of cooperation that caused him to lose his patience. He Chen pressed his knee against her leg, his palm squeezing her cheek, forcing her to look up at him, "Although I don't hit women, you'd best not set this precedent, understand?"
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At six in the evening at the Sofitel Wine Manor, the castle-like architecture gained an extra touch of nobility under the setting sun.
The manor's butler, dressed in a tailcoat, warmly welcomed them, "Master Yan, Miss Li."
Li Qiao stood beside Shang Yu, discreetly scanning her surroundings.
He had not mentioned whom they were meeting tonight, and the manor didn't seem to be a private estate, though the manor's butler seemed to recognize her.
