"Boom—"
Tang Song was completely ignited by her words, as if his blood was boiling inside.
The temperature in the room continued to rise.
The Mature Lady's trash talk was relentless.
The night was surging, the sound of the wind isolated outside the window.
In the haze, a whispered Mature Lady's voice sounded in his ear: "Hubby, I heard President Mo talking about the Tang Jin Family Office today..."
"I've heard many times before that it's very mysterious and impressive, I didn't expect... it's actually related to you."
"Hubby, you are too..."
Wen Ruan's voice continued, lazy and seductive, accompanied by some admiration, reverence, and pride.
The emotional value was directly maxed out.
Tang Song lifted his head from her embrace, looking up at the Mature Lady, a trace of astonishment flashed in his eyes.
Is the Mature Lady going to... voluntarily take the blame?!
So considerate!
Finally, after Wen Ruan agreed to a series of excessive demands.
