As soon as she raised her head, she was grabbed by one hand and pressed hard.

Help, help.

Gently knocking on the door came from outside, very careful, but clear.

After three knocks, Shen Cunmao put down his hand, bowed his head slightly, and stared at his toes, waiting for his father's voice to allow him in.

Shen Cunmao was on his way out of Seoul to attend an important meeting in a city when he received a call from his secretary.

But no meeting is as important as his father's order that he have to rush home in half an hour.

If there is no time limit, Shen Cunmao...