Approaching the door to Ji Anning's room, Ji Chicheng's steps were heavy, and he glanced at the closed door out of the corner of his eye, his handsome face becoming even more cold and merciless.
He quickened his pace, returned to his own room, closed the door, and turned the lock.
Slipping off his slippers, he grabbed his tie and pulled it off roughly. Then he grabbed the shirt collar and yanked hard, delicate buttons scattering without a single one left.
They fell all around.
His hand touched his belt, and with a gentle press of his slender fingers, the belt came undone.
The phone in his pocket suddenly rang. He took it out, glanced at the caller ID—it was Cao Muyun.
Then he answered, pressing the speakerphone, and placed it on the sofa, continuing to undress as he listened to the call.
"Aren't you at the apartment?"
Cao Muyun asked.