Assistant Han felt deeply ashamed. Making artificial snowfall was already a stretch, but to make it so quickly and to expect such a considerable accumulation...that was really too much to ask for.
Yet he did not dare to neglect his duties, and he quickly took the order, "Yes, Young Master Gong!"
Gong Beiyao hung up the phone and looked toward the apartment's window, his lips lifting slightly in a smile.
'Stupid woman, thinking you can hide from me? That's wishful thinking. You've started a fire, now kneel and figure out how to put it out, hmm?'
Meanwhile.
Sheng Qianxia leaned against the door, recalling her initiative just now, feeling her whole face flush with embarrassment.
She must have been crazy, the thought of not being able to be so unrestrained with him for the coming month made her feel incredibly reluctant to part.
She couldn't help but silently curse him a 'scoundrel' under her breath when she remembered how his body had hardened because of her.
