After speaking, as the car drove onto the main road, Zhang Fuqiang involuntarily glanced back towards the hotel.
In the dusk, Yang Xiaoxiu was jogging towards the black sedan from before, and as the window lowered, she bent over, looked inside, and shared a passionate kiss with the man inside.
The halo of the streetlamp enveloped their intertwined figures, stinging Zhang Fuqiang's eyes with pain.
He bit down hard on his molars, and at that moment, he finally understood that some secrets are meant to be buried forever. In the face of absolute power, any resistance he might offer was nothing more than a mere ant trying to move a tree.
At the same time, on the leather seats in the back, Li Jing and Yang Xiaoxiu sat embracing each other. The fervent kiss just now left Yang Xiaoxiu's cheeks flushed with gratitude for the man before her.
