Bo Ye threw Tang Shi roughly into the passenger seat. She was clad in nothing but a bathrobe, with a long bath towel thrown over her for good measure. The moment Bo Ye slammed his foot on the gas, the sports car roared to life, launching from its spot in a blur.
Fu Muzhong’s house was a full twelve miles from Bo Ye’s private villa, but speeding, Bo Ye covered the distance in just over ten minutes.
















