Pulled onto His Lap

Watching Nan Zhi enter the elevator, Mu Sihan's face was tensed and he exuded a cold air.

Clenching his fist, he punched the wall, hard.

After standing for a while, he returned to his car.

As he drove out of the hotel's underground garage, he glanced at the inconspicuous corner through the rearview mirror.

There was a silhouette moving.

…

In a luxurious and dreamy, princess-styled room, Lucy was wearing a silk nightdress and lounging on a rocking chair. Her maid was half kneeling in front of her, massaging her legs.

She was playing with a female cigarette with one hand, with the other holding her phone.