The woman struggled teasingly, her pale legs almost seizing the chance to climb up Bao Yancheng's legs.
The man stood upright, not moving an inch, as if he had no intention of dodging.
A hand with distinct knuckles reached out and firmly grasped the wobbling wine glass.
Wen Wanzhi clenched her teeth and pushed open the door to the balcony with a slap.
What a joke, at such a time, the one who should leave was never her.
"President Bao, sorry to disturb the two of you... enjoying yourselves."
Her voice, cold and penetrating with chill, stood three steps away, an inexplicable rage burning within her.
To think she was worried about this man, who was thoroughly enjoying himself out of sight.
Bao Yancheng, holding the wine glass, turned his head and saw Wen Wanzhi standing in the cold wind in a thin dress.
The dress and the moonlight were gentle, but in her eyes, Bao Yancheng saw anger.