The woman had curves in all the right places, especially some places that shook as she walked. Moreover, she wore a gown with a plunging neckline that was enough to make Mu Yu gulp, let alone men.

By the looks of it, this woman was an acquaintance of the wily old fox. She wanted to loosen her grip on Qin Jinhuan’s arm, but a painful pinch stopped her. She glanced down and saw that the wily old fox had his hand over the back of her hand. He was obviously the ...