Chapter 280 Misunderstanding

Harry Shen took a bath. He only had a bath towel around his waist. His hair was wet and dripping. Water dropped down the smooth and firm abdominal muscle, along the V-line abs disappeared in the bath towel, which made people have infinite reverie.

He walked to the French window. There was no light in the room. He seemed to melt into the dark night. Harry glanced at the phone on the bedside table, and he became irritable. Was this girl truly stupid, or could she ignore him like this just because...