Suddenly, as if he had discovered something, his little hand suddenly reached in, and his head kept pressing against the Secretary’s chest. His rosy little mouth smacked, as if he was extremely hungry.
The Secretary was stunned, and before he could react, that thin shirt was torn off by the young marshal’s hands, and that paper that could not wrap around his chest. The little guy did not even need to put in much effort to find his familiar ‘pacifier’..
The Little Guy’s dark eyes lit up. He opened his ruddy little mouth and plunged his head in..
“AH -- !”
The next second, the secretary’s painful scream alarmed the rest of the people in the CEO’s office.
Young Master Rong raised his head from the pile of documents. His eyes darkened, and his thin lips curled up slightly. “What’s Wrong?”
His tone was casual, and he didn’t seem to be very curious at all.
