Shen Chen's eyes darkened. He watched the woman's movements in silence, making no move to stop her.
His palm slowly clenched into a fist.
He looked away with a hint of self-loathing, a slight smirk playing on his lips. 'As expected, I'm not completely numb. I'm already rotten to the core; it's not like I'm a real saint.'
"That's enough." Shen Chen grabbed the woman's chin and pushed her away.
After a quick wipe with a tissue, he straightened his clothes. He glanced down at the woman kneeling on the floor and asked, "Who let you in?"
The woman's eyes were filled with confusion. 'But he was clearly...'
She said nothing, and Shen Chen had no patience to wait. He opened the door and walked straight out.
Hou Yiming had been watching the restroom. Seeing Shen Chen emerge, he raised an eyebrow. "See? It's not good for a man to go without for too long. Is that really you, Brother Chen? You were way too fast."
