Fu Yanci's car had just left the villa area when his phone pinged lightly.
He glanced over, and the girl's WeChat profile picture flashed across the screen.
Even though he knew she was just saying she was going to sleep and bidding goodnight, which wasn't so important, Fu Yanci still turned the steering wheel to the right and pulled the car over to the side of the road.
He tapped into the chat box, and with just one look, a faint smile appeared at the corner of his eyes.
[Fu Yanci, you're dead! Ahhh... My mom must have seen it, I won't forgive you, Fu Yanci, I'm really mad, the kind that can't be appeased!]
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It was a selfie of the girl.
Next to her slender, snowy neck, there was a red strawberry mark.
A pink nightgown.
Snowy skin.
The strawberry mark stood out even more against her fair complexion.