Xie Moyao foolishly watched as Sun Dasheng started taking off her clothes, her mind racing. Why didn't Wen Wen send me a message about leaving for something urgent, instead sending it to him? Is there something fishy going on here?
"Let me see the message," she asked.
"Here, see for yourself," Sun Dasheng said, handing her his phone. He then patted her bottom. "Lift up a bit, your pants are pinned down."
As Xie Moyao read the message, she subconsciously cooperated with his movements. Seeing the text on the phone, she breathed a sigh of relief. He hadn't lied to her; the message was indeed from Wen Wen's WeChat.
*President Sun, I have an emergency at home and need to rush back. Please stay with my sister-in-law for a while and chat. I'll hurry back as soon as I'm done. Please, don't leave. I still have things to talk to you about.*
"Why didn't Wen Wen message me?" Xie Moyao asked, putting the phone down. By this point, they were both naked.
