Half an hour later, a woman dressed in professional attire walked in from outside.
Seeing this woman, Yang Fan's eyes brightened involuntarily. Are all successful women this beautiful?
The perfect outfit fit her just right, her exquisite looks complementing her incredibly alluring figure. Black silk stockings wrapped her jade legs as she stepped forward on high heels.
After so many days, as a man, seeing such a woman, Yang Fan's most innate male desires were immediately stirred.
What's more, having traveled to the Ten Thousand Mountains and even the Taklamakan, it's been so long, he hasn't even seen his wife since returning to Xinghai City, and now he's in Singapore—Yang Fan couldn't help but swallow, the little wicked fire inside him flared up again.
Su Lingrong stood a short distance away from Yang Fan, looking at him without much goodwill.
