"You don't want it?"
Liancheng Yazhi was dressed in a black robe, and he was leaning lazily against the sofa with one hand on the edge.
The neckline of his robe was wide open, revealing his sexy collarbones and ivory skin that looked smooth like jade.
His slender long legs were crossed together, and there was a faint mocking smile on his exquisite face.
Every inch of his body was like a masterpiece, especially at that moment, where there were several pinkish-red teeth marks on his collarbones—each of them exuded a thrilling charm.
As soon as she heard his words, Rong Yan tightened her hold on the cheque as if she was afraid of it being taken away. "Of course not. It's not like Mr. Liancheng doesn't know that I love money. But… it's not yet time for you to give me my salary. It's too sudden. Ill-gotten wealth… If you won't explain it, I won't dare take it. Mistresses also have professional ethics."
