Inside the house, Han Zhan remained motionless, his expression unreadable.
Outside the house, Song Ci was possessed and started improvising. She crossed her arms and mocked him arrogantly. "Han Zhenhua! Open the door! You have the guts to look for a mistress, yet you don't have the guts to open the door?"
Han Zhan could only open the door and stare at Song Ci with a dark expression.
Song Ci was in the midst of her performance, when the door was suddenly pulled open from the inside. A gust of water vapour rushed towards Song Ci. Song Ci shut her mouth and looked up to see Han Zhan, who had just taken a shower and was still dripping with water.
Staring at the sexy old man in front of her, Song Ci smiled so widely that her eyes turned into crescents. She called out softly in a seductive voice, "Zhenhua, let me in."
