Nightfall.
At an unnamed villa, Fu Qian Yao was gasping for breath in a hurry.
A mother and daughter pair, with their delicate voices, were enjoying themselves under him.
However, it was only for a brief moment when Fu Qian Yao roared in anger, and his body went limp.
The two women exchanged a glance, a hint of complaint in their eyes, thinking to themselves how this man always finishes so quickly, leaving them unsatisfied.
But of course, they dare not show such emotions, putting on a satisfied and pleased expression on their faces instead.
After the vigorous battle, Fu Qian Yao's expression suddenly turned cold, and he roughly pushed the two women away and walked out of the room.
Just as he opened a bottle of red wine, there was a knock on the door. Fu Qian Yao lazily said, "Come in."
A young man in a suit pushed the door open and walked in, holding a document in his arms.
