In a high-end villa, a man with a somewhat rugged appearance and a bald head is holding a glass of red wine. Beside him stands a scantily clad, voluptuous, alluring woman, obediently standing by his side, holding a phone to his ear.
This person is none other than Zhou Yun, the leader of the Shangjing Flying Car Gang. While speaking into the phone, his large hands are simultaneously rubbing up and down the beautiful woman's straight, smooth thighs!
Then his hand unexpectedly slips into the opening of the dress, making the woman gasp!
"I told you, Ye Han, you hit my people, and now you're calling me to apologize? Let me tell you, I, Zhou Yun, don't accept your apology!"
"You're overthinking. Apologize to you? You're nothing!"
Ye Han, as the young master of the Ye Family, naturally won't accommodate Zhou Yun.
Zhou Yun snorted coldly, "You're only daring to speak like this because the Ye Family backs you. Otherwise, who knows how many times you would have died already!"
