Looking at the woman in the photo suddenly reminded him of that night. Her skin was fair and delicate, so fragile a slight pinch would leave a mark, and her small face was palm-sized. Her almond eyes glittered and shimmered as if they held their own language. Then there were her small lips, pink and tender, drool-inducing. Suddenly, certain images flashed in his mind, and instantly, his lower abdomen tightened.
Tang Jin leaned back in his chair and swiveled to face the glass window, staring out at the expanse of blue sky, lost in thought for a moment. Suddenly, the loud voice of his fourth brother came through the phone: "Boss, that woman, are you taking her in or not?"
Tang Jin arched an eyebrow slightly, swiveled back around, and replied, "Take her in."
He pressed lightly on the phone twice, and the call went through. Secretary Zhao's voice came through: "President, what are your orders?"
