Mission failed, we’ll get 'em next time!

A few hours later, in the office room that belongs to Jiang Ming, Yang Liqin could be seen dressing up. 

"Where did you throw my white stocking at, Jiang Ming?" Yang Liqin asked when she couldn't find it anywhere. 

"Maybe it's under the couch, aunt. You should look under there." Jiang Ming, making sure to keep a deadpan expression.

Meanwhile, Yang Liqin narrowed her eyes suspiciously at him.

'How did he manage to throw my white stocking under the couch?' She wondered silently.

Suddenly, like a thunderbolt had struck her mind, she realized his malicious intention.

He wanted her to go under the couch and look for her white stocking. And when that happens, her buttock would be raising up, the perfect moment for him to thrust his rod in her again. 

"You sneaky little bastard," Yang Liqin twitched her brow as she clenched her fist.