It's no wonder they couldn't guess it. Heck, even the FBI wouldn't have been able to figure out that the reason Li Beijue insisted on Chi Enen making a bowl of Tomato Egg Noodles was simply to send her away and cool down the heat in his lower abdomen!
In the spacious bedroom.
The man, hooked up to an intravenous drip, kept glancing down at the time on his mobile phone every so often. As he watched the seconds tick by without anyone returning, the irritation on his strikingly handsome face, reminiscent of Apollo, grew intense.
"Damn it, why isn't she back yet?" Li Beijue tapped his mobile phone, watching another five minutes pass. The doorway remained quiet without a hint of movement.
The frustration on his face deepened.
He merely asked her to make a simple bowl of Tomato Egg Noodles. Why hadn't she returned after half an hour? Not only that, she didn't even send a message or make a phone call.
