the atmosphere in the corridor became strange.
"are you done?" yu tingchuan asked.
song qincheng heard his calm tone and felt as if she had just punched cotton. it made sense. with her abilities, she was just a self-righteous little trick in front of him.
she tightened her grip on the medical insurance card, lowered her eyes, and lowered her voice. " i don't want to live this kind of life forever. although i'm sometimes mesmerized by you-you're the ceo of hengyuan, and no matter what you do, you have the charisma of a successful person-i now understand that what i'm mesmerized by is the vanity that money brings me. "
in her line of sight, yu tingchuan's shirt, trousers, and exquisite belt were right in front of her.
the pressure of a mature man made her breathless.
