'You damned b*tch. Are you trying to seduce guys by wearing this outfit in the elevator?'
The words of that lecherous man suddenly echoed in his ear, and he couldn't help feeling worried again. He quickly took out his car keys and hurried to the parking lot.
F*ck! Which idiot came up with that b*llshit rule about wearing tight-fitting clothes to work?!
…
At the clinic.
Wen Xuxu sat on the deck chair which her grandfather had brought from his village. She was holding a plate of pan-fried buns, and her lips were smeared with traces of grease.
Every time she finished one, she would lick her fingers with relish as though she didn't want to waste a single bite.
Jiang Zhuoheng descended the stairs with a glass of milk when he caught sight of her licking her fingers. He furrowed his eyebrows and patted her lightly on her back. "Don't do that, it's dirty. Here, have some milk."
