Under Rong Moyong's gloomy gaze, Cheng Fang hastily turned and jogged down the stairs.
Only when she reached the bottom did she dare to take deep breaths.
Fuck, I must have eaten the heart of a bear and the gall of a leopard to actually dare to tell the boss how to care for a woman? Thank goodness I'm quick on my feet...
As for upstairs.
Rong Moyong stood there, expressionless.
Need time to adapt?
He thought of how, these past two days, every time he touched her, she resisted in every way possible, either throwing things or hitting him...
A few seconds later, Rong Moyong turned and went to the guest room next door.
**
In the bedroom.
Duan Fei was no less anxious and frightened.
Although she had locked the door, she genuinely feared that Rong Moyong would kick the door open and forcefully touch her...
That sort of thing was not beyond him.
Besides, this was his house; breaking a door was a trivial matter for him.
But he didn't.
