Li Dahai was at home, vigorously going about his business.
He truly had aged a lot in the past six months, and his worries had increased, all because he hadn't produced a son to be proud of.
The beauty beneath him was a stranger whose face he had never seen before.
"You wanton, call out for your master with all your might, and I'll buy you a gold bracelet," he said.
The beauty internally rolled her eyes incessantly.
This old coot was clearly impotent.
After half a day of torment, he was still wandering around aimlessly outside.
And had the audacity to say that she wasn't calling out.
But the old man mentioned a big gold bracelet.
"Mmm, Director Li, you truly are an old blade still sharp. I can hardly take it anymore..."
The beauty cried out with all her might, as if her heart was being torn apart.
Outside the gate, Wang Dalai's scalp tingled as he listened.
"Uncle works hard every day, indeed not at all inferior to the young ones, listen to how wild the little bitch is."