"Giggle..."
Lin Xuanxuan lay on the couch, holding the check in her hand, laughing so hard she nearly rolled off.
Su Weifeng watched her with a smile, saying, "Hey, hey, mind your image, you're showing off everything."
"Ah." Lin Xuanxuan let out a shocked cry, instinctively drawing her legs in and holding down her skirt, then glared fiercely at Su Weifeng, saying, "You're so lewd, can't you just not look?"
She rarely wore such professional skirt suits before, but now that she was the boss, she needed to be mindful of her image, so she had started wearing them. However, it seemed that the idea of being image-conscious hadn't quite taken hold yet.
Of course, this only applied in front of Su Weifeng.
"Alright, alright, I won't look in the future," Su Weifeng said, sitting down next to Lin Xuanxuan with a laugh.
"Hmph, you've already taken advantage of me, so give me a foot massage. Wearing high heels every day, my feet are so sore and achy, it's killing me," she complained.
