Guo Mengyao quickly drove her BMW M8 to follow him.
Twenty minutes later, the two were tangled up on the bed of the Yujing Hotel's guest room.
It wasn't until noon, when Guo Mengyao's phone rang, that they paused their actions.
Guo Mengyao casually picked up the phone by the pillow, glanced at it, and said to Chen Feng, "It's my mom. I'll take it."
Just as Guo Mengyao reached out to press the answer button, she couldn't help but let out a sound, "Ah."
Guo Mengyao glared at Chen Feng beneath her with annoyance, only to see him smiling provocatively at her.
She was about to continue glaring at him when her mom's voice came through the phone, "Yao, what's up?"
Guo Mengyao had to return to her senses, muster her energy, and coughed dryly to say, "Nothing, just bumped the corner of the table."
"Be careful. You're quite grown up but still careless." Mrs. Guo chided for a bit before asking, "Aren't you coming home for lunch?"
