At one look, the director's face was so twisted that his features shifted, and the corner of his mouth twitched uncontrollably.
At the center of the private room, seated on the sofa with his legs crossed, was a man filled with a hellish aura like a malevolent Asura. His cold, solitary presence sent a chill down one's spine.
Jing Yiren lay weakly, her small head resting on the man's thigh, her petite body curled up. Her sexy arms and long legs dangled off the edge of the sofa.
The man's long, clean palm toyed with and stroked Jing Yiren's soft hair as if he were playing with a favorite little kitten.
The director was someone who had seen the world.
Although Lu Ming had been keeping a low profile in S City for a year, the director still recognized him at a glance.
The Crown Prince of S City, why had he suddenly appeared here? And together with Jing Yiren?
The director suddenly felt duped, like he had been set up, and glared furiously at Zheng Peipei.
