Ye Shui-mo's throat was tight and his neck was lifted as he pulled his work permit along the other side.

"Oh? It's so affectionate. Is that man skilled? You did it with him?

The provocative words angered Ye Shui-ink. She raised her hand violently, but her wrist was buckled and pressed on the sofa instead.

"Total Leaves?"

"Get out."

The girl was shocked and ran out.

Lin Feng still carries the tape of his work permit. Ye Shui-ink's neck is strangled with pain. Tears are coming out. The rope of his work permit is broken.

"How did he touch you? Is that so?" Ye Miao's hand slid into the bottom...