The next day.
Gu Bai was awakened by the sound of a ringing phone.
Although still in Ai Shengnan's boudoir, only Gu Bai was left on the large bed in its simple and elegant tones.
Even though she hadn't had intimate contact with a man for more than 30 years, there's truth to the saying, "At thirty like a wolf, at forty like a tiger," even for the first time, Ai Shengnan's demands were still wild.
The alcohol content of the red wine wasn't high, but it was still quite heady, especially if it was an aromatic type like Ai Shengnan's.
But Ai Shengnan was still very disciplined, even though she had been wild all night, early the next morning she forced her tired body to return to the company; her private life was just a seasoning, her essence as a strong woman would never change.
Rubbing his still drowsy eyes, Gu Bai answered the call.
"Chairman Gu, something has happened."
The call was from Yi Jiahui, the assistant to the chairman.
