How would Rina dare to just brush her off? Every single time took a lot of effort.
"We know how hard you're working, don't worry."
"Thank you for understanding, Miss. But with Wan Donglin, I also need to go through the motions a bit. Otherwise, if this drags on, he'll start getting suspicious."
Zhou Ting was very straightforward: "Just give this to him."
Rina was overjoyed: "Thank you."
By the time Wan Donglin drove over, the beauty was just coming out of the bathroom.
Late autumn edging into early winter, the chill growing by the day, but there was underfloor heating in the apartment; the luxury condo was even more comfortable than a five-star hotel. Rina was wearing an extremely rare kind of bathrobe—calling it a bathrobe was less accurate than calling it a bath gauze.
It was practically transparent, with faint silver patterns. Her long, slender legs, her proud, perfect breasts—her entire gorgeous figure looked like a flower seen through mist.
