The buttons on the custom-tailored shirt were incredibly sturdy. Xu Su yanked at it but couldn't rip it open. It felt like the whole world was conspiring against her. Her mind, clouded with rage, had lost all reason. She pushed herself up from her seat beside him and straddled Zhou Mochen's lap.
The neckline of her dress had already been pulled loose, and her sudden movement exposed a tantalizing glimpse of skin.
Stunned for a moment by her sudden shout, Zhou Mochen snapped back to reality. His expression darkened as he pulled her dress together, cupped the back of her head with one hand, and pressed her firmly into his chest. Turning to the others, who were frozen like statues, he roared, "All of you, get the hell out!"
