When the secretary saw that Zhao Youlin was not angry, she became slightly relieved. She nodded obediently and went out.
The moment the secretary left, Zhao Yifei regained his natural character. His lustful gaze roamed about Zhao Youlin's body, and there was a clearly excited look in his eyes. "Youlin, I didn't expect that we'd meet each other so soon."
"Yes. I didn't expect that we'd meet each other so soon either." A small hint of impatience flashed in Zhao Youlin's eyes. When she looked at Zhao Yifei, there was clear mockery in her gaze. "By the looks of it, you've recovered really well. It has just been a few days, and your hand is already fine. If I knew this would happen, I should have stomped somewhere else."
What Zhao Youlin suggested caused Zhao Yifei's expression to turn dark. When he remembered that night and thought about the possibility of Zhao Youlin stomping on that particular part, it would have been…
