Xu Qianli just waited, waited for Mo Hongyan to come over and please him.
But as she waited and waited, there was complete silence. She couldn't help but speak up, "Hongyan, my dear, do hurry up, don't keep me hanging."
"Okay, I'm coming."
Along with the tender words, Mo Hongyan, trying hard to overcome her shyness, finally knelt at Xu Qianli's feet...
Outside the room, Mo Yudie paced back and forth, her nerves on edge.
Honestly, Xu Qianli was such a jerk, a real bastard, how could he be so forceful with his own mother, and even manage to take her down?
Mo Yudie had always seen her mother, Mo Hongyan, as a properly decent and dignified woman, even somewhat rigid.
She had never seen her mother give any man other than her father the slightest bit of attention, not even after her father died.
