One night of passion, a collision of souls and bodies that was incomparably beautiful.
In the morning, looking even more radiant and enchanting after the night's nurturing, Liu Ruolan reminded Zhang Bin before she left for work, "Honey, keep the advertising matter at the forefront of your mind, and settle it quickly."
Zhang Bin, of course, agreed noncommittally.
He felt the advertising venture was unreliable. An advertising fee of a hundred million was terrifying, something he could not accept.
So, he immediately called Ma Rufei. "Rufei, come out. I need to discuss something with you."
"I can't go out," came Ma Rufei's despondent voice.
"What's wrong? Did your wife fail to recognize you again and call the cops? Did they throw you in jail?" Zhang Bin asked, startled.
"No, it's because I took that Iron-hard Pill you gave me," Ma Rufei said, slightly embarrassed.
