As Song Tianmo just stepped out of the private room, a woman frantically collided into his chest. He initially thought she was another woman trying to take advantage of him. His gaze instantly turned icy, and a faint hint of hostility began to radiate from him.
He reached out, rudely gripping her arm, ready to violently throw her away. Right then, a faint fragrance from the woman in this arms reached his nostrils.
He was briefly taken aback.
The force in his grip lessened significantly, and he lightly pushed the person away from him. Just then, the woman in his arms raised her head, revealing a familiar face.
Who else could it be, but Ling Fei?
Ling Fei also recognized Song Tianmo.
She was overjoyed, and instead of releasing his grip, she promptly burrowed back into his arms, clutching onto his shirt, looking quite anxious.
Song Tianmo knit his brows, half-embracing, Ling Fei. "What's wrong?" he asked.