When my son died on the operating table, Zhou Jingmo was outside the hospital setting off spectacular fireworks to celebrate the successful surgery of his beloved's son.
After losing my son and being diagnosed with leukemia, I got divorced and quit my job!
Then I went wild at a bar, hired a male model, and had my way with him!
With a grand wave of my hand, I left him five hundred yuan, pulled up my pants, and made a quick getaway. “You're pretty good. Don't expect to see me again!”
Old Master Zhou took me to a banquet to help me expand my connections.
I froze!
I stared in disbelief!
Wasn't that refined, dignified, and elegant man the pretty boy I'd hired?
I turned to run, but the man pinned me firmly against the wall, his leg blocking my way as he sneered. “Sis, aren't you going to take responsibility?”
