Li Penghao wanted to follow but was stopped by the guards outside the villa. Helplessly, he could only stare blankly at the gradually fading figures of Tan Ailing and Tang Feiyan. However, there was no lewdness in his eyes, only infatuation.
Eric shook his head and didn't bother him, heading back inside.
At that moment, a guard walked out of the reception room with a puzzled expression, brushing past him. Eric could hear him mutter, "Strange, everything seems normal, why couldn't I hear their conversation inside just now..."
Eric smiled slightly, knowing the man was there to inspect the monitors. Without saying much, he sat on the sofa and started flipping through the morning TV programs.
After about twenty minutes, Li Penghao finally entered and sat beside Eric, glaring at him with hostility.
"What's wrong?" Eric glanced at him and asked, "Do you want the remote control?"