บท 120: The Mafia King is displeased

Wei pulled Lihua along the way, and she stared at the mansion wide-eyed. Her mouth was wide open as she noticed the grandeur and luxury of the Jiang villa. The long corridors stretched like a snake as if she could see no end to it. The mansion consisted of floors akin to a seven-star hotel.

As they entered the room, Lihua stood frozen on her spot, shell-shocked. He craned her neck and looked left and right until it began to hurt. She lifted her gaze to look at her tall and handsome husband. "Is this ONE room?"

Wei said, "Yes."

Like hell! This looks like five luxurious flats combined together! How big can a single room be?

The room was so blinding that she felt as if she would go blind. The main highlight of the room was the huge master bed. Curtains fluttered in the front that were tied to a pole. It looked so fluffy and bouncy that she had an urge to jump on it.

And she did.

She ran and climbed on top of the bed. Her feet felt light as she hopped up and down.