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Feng Lin smiled and spread his hands, "That's why I said, my friend is in upper management, we have a backdoor."
"Great! I'll go change my clothes."
Tang Hong walked excitedly towards the room.
Tang Qianqian glanced at Feng Lin and followed into the room as well.
It wasn't long before Tang Hong came out, now dressed in a black office uniform.
She wore a black women's business suit with a pencil skirt, and her hair was curled up into a bun, revealing her fair cheeks.
Figure-wise, Tang Hong was voluptuous, satisfying the ideal of curves in all the right places.
This type of mature woman was indeed a top choice for many older men.
"Feng Lin, at my age, is it really okay to dress like this?" Tang Hong's face looked somewhat unnatural; it had taken her a long time to find just this outfit.
It was the uniform she got when she was working as a waitress at an upscale restaurant.
