The President was a chubby middle-aged man. He stared at Lu Ning's pretty little face and then looked down at her graceful figure. He almost pounced on her. Then, the President whispered a few words to Yin Zhihan.
Then, Yin Zhihan also looked at her. His cold, sleepy eyes seemed to fall on her fair and tender thighs.
Lu Ning felt as if she was sitting on pins and needles. The lecherous gaze of the President made her want to vomit. She had met many people like this before, and their hearts were burning with lust.
She also hated Yin Zhihan's gaze. Although he didn't show it clearly, he and the fat President were birds of a feather. He only knew how to play with women.
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After the meeting ended, Lu Ning returned to her room.
In the corridor, a colleague called out to her, "Lu Ning."
"Little Hui, what's the matter?" Lu Ning looked back.
