In the cloak of night, Mo Nanze floored the accelerator, and the black Mercedes roared as it sped through the dense darkness.
Inside the car, Mo Nanze's face was as cold as iron, and even his jawline carried a hint of anger.
Upon returning home, Mo Nanze tossed Lu Yinfeng onto the couch and looked on with a cold gaze.
Lu Yinfeng curled up in pain.
A faint worry hung on her face, and in her haziness, she exuded a coy charm.
Mo Nanze only had to glance at her for his anger to subside significantly, feeling a tightness in his throat and a wave of heat rushing over him.
He loosened his tie, took deep breaths, and tried to calm himself down.
Many women threw themselves at him, and he could remain indifferent, but in front of Lu Yinfeng, he found it difficult to control himself.
However, facing a drunken Lu Yinfeng, Mo Nanze didn't want to take advantage of her vulnerability.
A moment of indulgence would only lead to Lu Yinfeng's increased loathing.