Almost the entire upper-class circle knew about the Wu Family's scandal.
Musashi received too many calls of sympathy or condolences.
Although it was false, in the eyes of outsiders, there was a vast green meadow over his head, which still made him quite uncomfortable.
Just now, Musashi had hanged up on a call from a rival mocking him.
As soon as the call ended, Musashi angrily threw the phone he was playing with.
"Angry?" A pair of slippery hands embraced him from behind, a seductive female voice blowing into his ear, saying, "Regretting it? Still can't let go of that old hag at home?"
Song Xianyu's voice was alluring and affectionate, but her eyes were icy cold. Her sharp fingernails continued stroking the back of Musashi's neck, occasionally digging into the flesh, eliciting trembles in chains.
Musashi's body tightened, a chill ran down his neck. He had experienced Secretary Song's ruthless approach before.
