Fang Ruoxue stepped into the room in a pair of gleaming silver lace-up high heels, her sexy, long nylon-clad legs striding elegantly. As soon as she entered, her willow brows furrowed, and she instinctively covered her nose and mouth.
The room was filled with a strong scent of mock orange, almost overwhelming her mind to the point of shutdown.
Looking at the shredded red dress fabric on the floor before the bed, and the scattered wet stains on the disheveled bed, she didn't need to think hard to guess how wild Sun Zhe and Liu Bingyue were last night.
But for some reason, just thinking about Sun Zhe tangled wildly with Liu Bingyue made her feel uncomfortable inside, sour and prickly, as if something that belonged to her was stolen by someone else.
"Chairman Fang, why are you here?"
Sun Zhe threw back the covers and got out of bed, unabashed, walked naked to the side to pick up his clothes from the floor.
